Chapter 8
“Oh dream maker, you heart breaker, wherever you’re going
I’m going your way.”
Moon River, Henri
Mancini
It was Friday, May 23rd, the Buddha’s birthday. I was
seated in the old theater’s padded seats that used to be
referred to as the loge seats. Oriental music filled the
air and mingled with the scent of hundreds of flowers that
decorated the stage.
Rama moved onto the stage, dressed in a red silk