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In 1974, I went to Mexico to visit my brother who
was working as an anthropologist with Tsutsil
Indians, the last surviving Mayan tribe. And the
Tsutsil speak a lovely birdlike language and are
quite tiny physically; I towered over them.
Mostly, I spent my days following the women around
since my brother wasnât really allowed to do
this. We got up at 3am and began to separate the
corn into three colors. And we boiled it, ran to
the mill and back, and finally started to make the
tortillas. Now all the other womenâs tortillas
were 360°, perfectly toasted, perfectly round;
and after a lot of practice mine were still
lobe-sided and charred. And when they thought I
wasnât looking they threw them to the dogs.
After breakfast we spent the rest of the day down
at the river watching the goats and braiding and
unbraiding each otherâs hair. So usually there
wasnât that much to report. One day the women
decided to braid my hair Tsutsil-style. After they
did this I saw my reflection in a puddle. I looked
ridiculous but they said, âBefore we did this
you were ugly, but now maybe you will find a
husband.â
I lived within in a yurt, a thatched structure
shaped like a cob cake. And thereâs a central
fireplace ringed by sleeping shelves sort of like
a dry beaver down. Now my Tsutsil name was Lausha,
which loosely translated means âthe ugly one
with the jewelsâ. Now ugly, OK, I was awfully
tall by local standards. But what did they mean by
the jewels? I didnât find out what this meant
until one night, when I was taking my contact
lenses out, and since Iâd lost the case I was
carefully placing them on the sleeping shelf;
suddenly I noticed that everyone was staring at me
and I realized that none of the Tsutsil had ever
seen glasses, much less contacts, and that these
were the jewels, the transparent, perfectly round,
jewels that I carefully hid on the shelf at night
and then put for safekeeping into my eyes every
morning.
So I may have been ugly but so what? I had the
jewels.
Full fathom thy father lies
Of his bones are coral made
Those are pearls that were his eyes
Nothing of him that doth fade
But that suffers a sea change
Into something rich and strange
And I alone am left to tell the tale
Call me Ishmael
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