The
letter for today is: X, where I feature xenophobia and xylophone.
After
a reported bombing somewhere in the world, people tend to draw into themselves. Xenophobia runs through the population
in England, where almost every nationality is represented. People tend to
distrust someone from that faraway land and wonder if more bombs could be under
construction amongst their neighbors nearby.
Things
are very different in another part of the world.
My
memory of Bali, the Indonesian island in the Pacific Ocean, brings back the
distinctive smell of coffee and the ringing sound of the xylophone. The native people, dressed in ancient-style costumes,
act out plays with jerky movements accompanied by a band consisting of a large
group of xylophones.
I'd
rather listen to xylophones played
by happy people than fall prey to xenophobia.
