Bayside, New York
March 22, 2001
There is a sense of orderliness in the village, and it pervades the atmosphere. As I held a baby in my arms, to the utter delight of her mother and sisters, I realized the child never cried or whined or displayed a bad temper. It was sheer joy as we were expressing ourselves in gestures and short words of our own vernaculars, and seem to understand one another perfectly.
From journal Then There Was Bali