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Saving Fish from Drowning - Heal Burma

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AMY TAN<br />

peaks did indeed recall a sleeping dragon with a ridged back. When<br />

I was last here and was told I had a mountain-view room, I was sus­<br />

picious of what this meant, for I have been in hotels that claimed to<br />

have panoramas but had only the poetic hint of one. And on one un­<br />

pleasant occasion, I snapped back the curtain to see that the view<br />

was indeed that of a mountain, only it was placed right against the<br />

window, the dark rock obscuring all light and emitting the dank<br />

smell of a cave.<br />

Bennie took a deep breath and inhaled inspiration <strong>from</strong> the moun­<br />

tain. The group had originally hoped to secure Dr. Bill Wu as tour<br />

leader, and a wise choice that would have been. He was a dear friend<br />

<strong>from</strong> the days when he and I were teaching at Mills College. But he<br />

was busy leading another group on an intensive study of the thou­<br />

sand Buddha carvings of the Dunhuang caves. Bennie had a few<br />

years of docent experience, but unlike me, he had never been to<br />

<strong>Burma</strong> or China and knew little about either country or its art. He<br />

had cried with gratitude when told after my funeral that he had been<br />

chosen the new leader. (That was after several other possibilities had<br />

been ruled out.) Thus appointed, he vowed to help in any way he<br />

could—by organizing luggage collection for transport, confirming<br />

airline reservations and passport needs, doing the hotel check-ins,<br />

arranging matters with the local guides provided by China’s and<br />

<strong>Burma</strong>’s offices of tourism, anything that would ensure that everyone<br />

had a marvelous, first-class adventure.<br />

Pleasing people was his greatest joy, he liked to say. Unfortunately,<br />

he often promised what was humanly impossible, and thus made<br />

himself the target of people’s ire when reality replaced intention. It<br />

was that way with his business. He was a graphic artist, and his lover,<br />

Timothy, was an art director. Bennie pledged impossibly fast turn­<br />

arounds, special design elements and paper stock upgrades thrown<br />

in for free, a budget twenty percent lower than what any other firm<br />

had submitted, which later grew to be twenty-five percent higher<br />

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