Travelers on a Crooked Trail

While I was writing about my Peace Corps experiences, I opened a door that took me back to my years in Kolar, South India. There I was again, a young man repairing jeeps and compressors while sad- eyed, tawny, oxen passed by my workshop pulling primitive wooden wheeled carts, like vestiges from a past millennium. I came to Kolar as an ambassador of change.  What I didn’t realize was that change was a slow process and in the end India would change me, more than I changed it.

Nyköping 2019