Babi, you have the best way of expressing things – “space is worth more that the food.” That reminds me of the book I’m currently reading – Fieldwork by Misha Berlinski. He’s shown two examples of budding anthropologists working in the “field” who would give a right arm for space. One, sharing an igloo throughout the winter with an Eskimo family, the other studying the Dyalo of Thailand and living in a family’s hut. They not only wanted space, but also a door that would close people out.
Berlinski’s book focuses on the Dyalo and those who worked with them – missionaries and anthropologists. The Dyalos thought it rude for a woman’s pelvis to be higher than a man’s head, which can be trying with people who sit on the floor. Maritya, the anthropologist was getting tired of waddling around like a goose.
Yesterday’s venture out was a success – lamb skewer and roasted squash salad (not to be found in my usual neck of the woods) and two books for this year’s F2F Mystery Group. And also, Night Train to Lisbon by Pascal Mercier, a German writer. Not on my list, but used, cheap. A best seller in Europe, but not so touted in this country. It was recommended some time ago by one of the Latin students, a mystery of sorts, a meditative and philosophical novel.