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Saving Fish from Drowning - Heal Burma

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AMY TAN<br />

our servants, I noted—were already making plans to become power­<br />

ful proletarians under the new regime, and in trying their hand at be­<br />

ing blowhards, they let it be known to our faces that they were eager<br />

to be rid of us, “the bourgeois parasites of China,” as they called us.<br />

A rather nasty farewell.<br />

But the one servant I most vividly remember that night was the<br />

gatekeeper, Luo. He, his father, and his grandfather had all been<br />

with our family.<br />

Tradition or not, Luo was a disagreeable sort who liked to gamble<br />

and sleep and visit certain teahouses, pastimes that led to his dis­<br />

appearance at regular intervals. My stepmother also said he was<br />

disrespectful to her, but then again, she said that of nearly every­<br />

one, especially me.<br />

During those last hours, we were confused, every one of us. My fa­<br />

ther was mumbling to himself, unable to decide which of his books<br />

to take, and in the end he took none of them. My brothers acted<br />

bored to mask their terror. My stepmother, as I have already told,<br />

had a tantrum. As for myself, well, it is hard to be objective about<br />

oneself, but I would say that I moved as if in a trance, without emo­<br />

tions. Only the gatekeeper seemed to keep his wits about him. You<br />

can imagine our surprise when in those frantic hours of our leaving,<br />

this gatekeeper worked kindly and efficiently to get us packed and<br />

supplied with foodstuffs for our perilous journey. In what appeared<br />

to be a last-minute fit of loyalty, he had comforting words for every­<br />

one, expressions of concern, assurances that the gods would protect<br />

us, and so on and so forth. Oh, how we had misjudged him! He was<br />

also the only one who cleverly thought to take our family’s jewels,<br />

gold, and foreign monies <strong>from</strong> the inadequate sacks that we had se­<br />

creted in our luggage, and to sew the valuables into my dolls, the lin­<br />

ings of our jackets, and the hems of our skirts and trousers so they<br />

would not be found. In my coat lining I had my mother’s jade hair­<br />

pin, which I had stolen <strong>from</strong> Sweet Ma’s dresser.<br />

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