Written By: Krysada stairway to my heart my earth seeded by sapphire scent of diesel and dirt mixed with Mekong mist I walk up Wat Chomkao Manilat stands at the summit among clouds one step one memory ascending another few steps missing I do not remember much at age 2 molded more steps age 17 sculpt scores more age 27 I may never finish the stairway swirls a bent lance when the last step plants I can dance Tehvada witness the sapphire cypher
I loved Laos and her people. It made a huge impression on me and I missed it for many years after. I consider myself a citizen of this great Earth. I have traveled a good amount (I was born in the Congo, hold a Belgian passport, currently reside part of the year in Dallas and the other half of the year in France) and Laos remains my favorite. I plan to return for the first time since my teen years; this December, with my wife and daughter. For a short while, before we left, I had a job at the horse stables. The stables were for the American kids, located just outside K-6, on the dirt path to the right of the entrance. The job consisted of going to the stables at dusk and checking that all the horses were in their stalls and unlocking the feed storage shack. During the day, there were several Lao men that took the horses out to graze. One of the men lived in a shack on the opposite side …
