After trekking to Everest base camp, Laura and David decide to give something back by building a library in an isolated village in Nepal. There is no electricity, running water, or any infrastructure at all, and the only way to get there is on foot. As they survive by living off the land as subsistence farmers, Laura wonders if the desperately poor locals even wanted a library but because of the language barrier, could not make their voices heard.
Over the years, they befriend Aama and Baba, their hosts, and they become like family, even though proficiency in each other’s languages is limited. With the support of David’s family back in France, the couple invite their Nepali parents on a month-long trip to Europe. That such an undertaking didn’t end in tears is down to mutual trust, love and understanding in this extraordinary cross-cultural relationship.
Aama and Baba’s struggle to get food on the table in Nepal is unrelenting, and they can’t believe how privileged we are in the West with our supermarkets, constant hot water, and luxuries such as weekends and holidays. After reading this book, I couldn’t help but question my hypocrisy over why we treat certain animals as family members but others as dinner.
Laura Maya’s polished prose is a delight to read, and her sense of humour shines through as she shares the highs and lows of this incredible adventure. She takes a volunteering abroad story and turns it on its head in this thought-provoking feel-good memoir. The last word, though, is best left to Aama. Tell them my name, she instructs Laura. It is Dar Kumari.