really hurt me. No-one, and nothing, could make me very happy. I was tough, which is probably the saddest thing you can say about a man.
"You're becoming a regular here," she teased, ruffling my hair with one hand as she sat down at my table.
I loved it when she did that: it meant that she'd read me accurately, that she was sure I wouldn't take offence. I was thirty then-ugly, taller than average, with wide shoulders, a deep chest, and thick arms. People didn't often ruffle my hair.
"Yeah. I guess I am."
"So, you went around on tour with Prabaker again? How was it today?"
"He took me to the island, Elephanta, to see the caves."
"A beautiful place," she remarked quietly, looking at me, but dreaming of something else. "If you get the chance, you should visit the Ajanta and Ellora caves, in the north of the state. I spent the night there, once, at Ajanta, in one of the caves. My boss took me there."
"Your boss?"
"Yes, my boss."
"Is he European, your boss, or Indian?"
"Neither one, actually."
"Tell me about him."
"Why?" she asked with a direct, frowning stare.
I was simply making conversation, trying to keep her near me, talking to me, and the sudden wariness that bristled in the single word of her question surprised me. "It's no big deal," I replied, smiling. "I'm just curious about how people get work here, how they make a living, that's all."
"Well, I met him five years ago, on a long-distance flight," she said, looking down at her hands and seeming to relax once more.
"We both got on the plane at Zurich. I was on my way to Singapore, but by the time we got to Bombay he'd convinced me to get off the plane and work for him. The trip to the caves was... something special. He arranged it, somehow, with the authorities, and I went up there with him, and spent the night in a big cave, full of stone sculptures of the Buddha, and a thousand chattering bats. I was safe. He had a bodyguard posted outside. But it was incredible. A fantastic experience. And it really helped me to ... to put things in focus. Sometimes you break your heart in the right way, if you know what I mean."
I wasn't sure what she meant; but when she paused, expecting a reply, I nodded as if I did understand.
"You learn something or you _feel something completely new, when you break your heart that way," she said. "Something that only you can know or feel in that way. And I knew, after that night, I would never have that feeling anywhere but India. I knew-I can't explain it, I just knew somehow-that I was home, and warm, and safe. And, well, I'm still here..."
"What kind of business is he in?"
"What?"
"Your boss-what does he do?"
"Imports," she said. "And exports."
She lapsed into silence, turning her head to scan the other tables.
"Do you miss your home?"
"My home?"
"Yeah, I mean your other home. Don't you ever get homesick for Switzerland?"
"In a way, yes I do. I come from Basel-have you ever been there?"
"No, I've never been to Europe."
"Well, you must go, and when you go there you must visit Basel.
It's really a very European city, you know? It's divided by the river Rhine into Great Basel and Small Basel, and the two halves of the city have really different styles and attitudes, so it's like living in two cities at the same time. That used to suit me once. And it's right on the meeting place of three countries, so you can just walk across the border into Germany and France. You can have breakfast in France, you know, with coffee and baguettes, and lunch in Switzerland, and dinner in Germany, without leaving the city by more than a few kilometres. I miss Basel, more than I miss Switzerland."
She stopped, catching her breath, and looked up at me through soft, unpainted lashes.
"Sorry, I'm giving you a geography lesson here."
"No, no, please go on. It's interesting."
"You know," she said slowly, "I like you, Lin."
She stared that green fire into me. I felt myself reddening slightly, not from embarrassment, but from shame, that
"You're becoming a regular here," she teased, ruffling my hair with one hand as she sat down at my table.
I loved it when she did that: it meant that she'd read me accurately, that she was sure I wouldn't take offence. I was thirty then-ugly, taller than average, with wide shoulders, a deep chest, and thick arms. People didn't often ruffle my hair.
"Yeah. I guess I am."
"So, you went around on tour with Prabaker again? How was it today?"
"He took me to the island, Elephanta, to see the caves."
"A beautiful place," she remarked quietly, looking at me, but dreaming of something else. "If you get the chance, you should visit the Ajanta and Ellora caves, in the north of the state. I spent the night there, once, at Ajanta, in one of the caves. My boss took me there."
"Your boss?"
"Yes, my boss."
"Is he European, your boss, or Indian?"
"Neither one, actually."
"Tell me about him."
"Why?" she asked with a direct, frowning stare.
I was simply making conversation, trying to keep her near me, talking to me, and the sudden wariness that bristled in the single word of her question surprised me. "It's no big deal," I replied, smiling. "I'm just curious about how people get work here, how they make a living, that's all."
"Well, I met him five years ago, on a long-distance flight," she said, looking down at her hands and seeming to relax once more.
"We both got on the plane at Zurich. I was on my way to Singapore, but by the time we got to Bombay he'd convinced me to get off the plane and work for him. The trip to the caves was... something special. He arranged it, somehow, with the authorities, and I went up there with him, and spent the night in a big cave, full of stone sculptures of the Buddha, and a thousand chattering bats. I was safe. He had a bodyguard posted outside. But it was incredible. A fantastic experience. And it really helped me to ... to put things in focus. Sometimes you break your heart in the right way, if you know what I mean."
I wasn't sure what she meant; but when she paused, expecting a reply, I nodded as if I did understand.
"You learn something or you _feel something completely new, when you break your heart that way," she said. "Something that only you can know or feel in that way. And I knew, after that night, I would never have that feeling anywhere but India. I knew-I can't explain it, I just knew somehow-that I was home, and warm, and safe. And, well, I'm still here..."
"What kind of business is he in?"
"What?"
"Your boss-what does he do?"
"Imports," she said. "And exports."
She lapsed into silence, turning her head to scan the other tables.
"Do you miss your home?"
"My home?"
"Yeah, I mean your other home. Don't you ever get homesick for Switzerland?"
"In a way, yes I do. I come from Basel-have you ever been there?"
"No, I've never been to Europe."
"Well, you must go, and when you go there you must visit Basel.
It's really a very European city, you know? It's divided by the river Rhine into Great Basel and Small Basel, and the two halves of the city have really different styles and attitudes, so it's like living in two cities at the same time. That used to suit me once. And it's right on the meeting place of three countries, so you can just walk across the border into Germany and France. You can have breakfast in France, you know, with coffee and baguettes, and lunch in Switzerland, and dinner in Germany, without leaving the city by more than a few kilometres. I miss Basel, more than I miss Switzerland."
She stopped, catching her breath, and looked up at me through soft, unpainted lashes.
"Sorry, I'm giving you a geography lesson here."
"No, no, please go on. It's interesting."
"You know," she said slowly, "I like you, Lin."
She stared that green fire into me. I felt myself reddening slightly, not from embarrassment, but from shame, that
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