I hang From the final limb of a family tree of generations of unintentional travelers--exiles, refugees, displaced people.
In India, I learne.
And then I started living my own adventures.
I grew up with stories of exile--stories of adventure.
While I don\'t remember the details, it\'s as if I\'ve often relived that entire experience, because my parents and their friends talked about it all their lives.
My first journey--involuntary--took place less than a year after my birth.
I hang From the final limb of a family tree of generations of unintentional travelers--exiles, refugees, displaced people