My wife went through a lot because of my work, but it also helped her family, her people, and it was why I was here in the first place. I had been working with the Akha for many years before I met her. Maybe the worst part of it.
But the deportation was difficult on her and
myself and the kids. How could it not be. She understood the politics of the
We talked about this a lot.
Anyway, she had lots of stories of her own, many many stories. She loved to sit in the village and tell stories with all her friends, or listen to their stories which she later recounted to me of course.
And so these are some of these stories, and tales of her difficulties at the hands of those who would stop our mouths and keep the persecution of the Akha a secret. Stories of survival in an impoverished village for the 14 months while I was gone after the deportation, visitors who came, the army, the police, her trips to Chiangmai for passports and the waiting, the very long waiting till we got together again.
Its also some of her reflections on Akha life and her view of the world.
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