There is a Malaysian phrase that I hear often in response whenever I admit that I don't know much Bahasa Melayu, Malaysia’s official language: Sedikit-sedikit lama-lama jadi bukit. “Bit by bit, over time, it will accumulate into a mountain.”
I questioned whether or not we were in a movie, in which I wondered whether the festival was real, whether Pont-à-Celles was real, whether we were real, whether the day had slipped from one dimension of time and space to another without our realizing it
They were all immaculately dressed in H’mong traditional garb, and the intricate pattens on their shirts and pants and the bright colors that flowed across their limbs seemed to move of their own accord in the darkness.
Le Pin had about ten jeunes between the ages of fourteen and twenty who all gathered at la place—which was nothing more than a bench under a roof—to smoke cigarettes, play cards, and talk. And the first time I met them was overwhelming