Soon I was home. I unpacked my bag and distributed all the oils, powders, envelopes, magic cards and other lucky charms I had accumulated en route. What I could not get rid of was the disquieting memory of those huge masses of humanity—desperate, disorientated, angry and ravenous—which, from Vietnam to China, from Mongolia to Russia, I had left in my wake. If I had traveled by air I would have seen none of it.
