Let me tell you, some days when I make the first morning appearance in Birganj just outside of my flat the three-year-old kid half-naked, covered in the black muck of Birganj, yells at me, Hello seto! Hello seto, and, finally, Hello whitey!
I think to myself, Gee, was he talking to me? I think I’ve abandoned [...]
We were supposed to have a turkey. By we, I mean everyone congregating in Biratnagar for Thanksgiving. The celebrations had been planned ahead of time and your invitation merely required bringing something Thanksgiving related, where it was food or an accordion-style turkey for décor.
I hadn’t thought of what I was going to bring for Thanksgiving [...]
What I did on Friday, October 4, 2002, does not constitute a normal day in Birganj.
A normal day in Birganj begins with coffee at Himanchal Cabin and ends with a book in bed by nine o’clock. The Friday of October 4, 2002, began with a shot of a starter’s pistol and a hundred Nepalis sprinting [...]
Since I’ve been in Birganj there’s been a fair on the grounds of an abandoned factory just north of downtown. Sounds like a child’s dream, right?
I think it is the leftovers from the Batman movie set. Truly. Exactly the kind of place a kid wants to go. Anyhow, I’d been in Birganj for several months [...]
