I
boarded a train.
I
had no idea where it was going, but in my mind I thought it might get
me to Sri Lanka.
The
train was old and moved slowly.
It
was a hot and bumpy ride.
I
was sitting next to man who said that he worked for the government.
Becoming
nostalgic for America, I asked him if he knew who Johhny Carson was,
but he shook his head "No".
Then
I saw a shiny metal box that triggered a paranoiac reaction.
I
said to myself "Bomb".
I
had to get off of the train before it exploded.
I
walked to an open door of the train car that I was riding in and
looked out.
I
said to myself:
"I
will jump when I see a lot of green", knowing that when I jumped
I wanted to land on something soft.
The
train had just gone by a field of tall and bright-yellow mustard
plants when Isaw
the green.
I
jumped.
I
hit the ground and rolled.
The
impact smashed the round, gold-rimmed glasses I was wearing, and I
was left now only with my dark sunglasses; but luckily they were
prescription lens...otherwise I would have been a blindman because I
am both so near and far-sighted.
I
brushed myself off and was thankful that I wasn't hurt.
It
was getting dark and cooler.
It
also started raining.
I
looked around for shelter.
I
saw a tall mound of hay, and thought it might protect me.
I
went to it and sat down, pulling hay over me, but the hay didn't stop
the rain or shelter me from it.
But
it was only a light rain, and then it stopped.
Up
ahead was a light.
It
was a small wooden enclosure with two Indian men inside.
They
offered me tea.
They
wanted to know who I was.
What
was my name?
I
shrugged and pretended that I didn't understand.
One
of them pulled out a map of the world.
I
pointed to South America, and started speaking some Spanish.
I
didn't want them to know that I was an American.
I
wasn't sure that India (or at least these men) liked Americans much.
They
shook their heads some more.
I
drank my tea and left.
It
was getting late, and I was now very tired.
I
saw a canopied wooden bin that was filled with corn meal.
I
stepped inside it, covered myelf with the corn meal, and went to
sleep.
When
I woke up the next morning I couldn't find my dark sunglasses.
I
got out of my warm bed and
started protesting to people around me.
I
was waving my arms and pointing to my face, and holding an imaginary
pair of glasses to my face.
Then
I held the proxy frames up to the sun.
Finally,
one person pointed in the direction of a fenced building (it was a
factory of some sort).
I
walked to the fence, and as I was walking, a sheperd with a stick was
guiding his "flock" of pigs down the road.
It
was quite a sight to see the little pigs obediently following him.
I
got to the fence.
Someone
came out and handed me my sunglasses.
I
was very relieved to get them back.
Below
is a poem that I wrote about this part of my adventure.
I walked & walked until my shoes fell off.
When
I saw green I jumped off the old train.
When
I hit the ground & rolled over I was
Surprised
I was alive.
I
had bruises.
I
walked into a medical clinic.
They
said I
Was
ok & so I left.
I
had on my dark sunglasses, mysterious-looking dark stranger,
Wandering
The
sky got gray, the night got
Cold
It
started to rain.
I
climbed onto a Haystack to cover myself with straw (it was a lousy
idea)
So I
climbed into a small grain bin with a little roof & covered
Myself
with corn meal
So
warm & cozy
I
had on my dark sunglasses.
I
slept.
I
woke up.
It
was a sunny morning.
My
dark sunglasses
Were
gone.
Men
were staring down at me
&
As I
climbed out of that warm corn meal heaven
Someone
handed me my sunglasses.
I
was so relieved.
I
could see again.
I
started
Walking
Walking
Walking
&
My
feet bled.
IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES
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