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Akha Chronicles 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. End Have a comment or question? Like to know
more? Send me an email at akha@akha.org
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