Australian writer of Montenegrin descent en route to a polyglot European port at the head of the Adriatic mid-2011 shipwrecks instead on the SE Asian Equator. 12, 36, 48…80, 90++ months passage out awaited. Scribble all the while. By some process stranger than fiction, a role as an interpreter of Islam develops; Buddhism & even Hinduism. (Long story.)
Saturday, December 23, 2017
Christ Is Born
Reminders of purity from the lost distant past in the black unsweetened tea. (Teh o kosong.) Reading the T’ang poets again clean rivers, patches of burning flowers along waterways and green mountains in the north set the appropriate scene. With Christmas around the corner the younger owner at the Al Wadi counter thinks he knows the reason for the variation from the usual order: ginger and condensed milk put aside for the commemoration of Christ’s birth.
“Hristos se rodi.” “Vaistinu se rodi,” the Serbian Orthodox will greet each other outside the churches in a fortnight. “Christ is born.” “Indeed - in an archaic old Slavonic - he is born.” (The Julian calendar marks 7th January as the day.)
NB. “Five T’ang Poets,” in a compelling translation by David Young.
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