Other voices, other people
By Russell Bogue | March 20, 2013One afternoon, weary from construction and feeling baked in the sun, our team decided to traipse down the river to cool off. We had been there for barely two minutes before we noticed thick smoke billowing from the fields across the river: our neighbors, it appeared, had decided to clear their land by burning it. It did not take long for the strong wind to carry the smoke across the field to where we were, deteriorating the air quality to a point where we had to flee the falling ashes into a nearby bamboo forest. All afternoon the fire burned, keeping us from finishing the tasks we had set for ourselves and stranding us farther away from the farm. We later learned that the fire had been started by fishermen who wanted to clear a path to the river.