Aerie InternationaL - Missoula County Public Schools
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and a thin yoghurt-like drink. The rest of my family adored the cevapi, and<br />
ordered it often in restaurants. When that happened, I would take a tomato<br />
salad and pick at my fresh mozzarella while my family dug into their meat.<br />
The other exception is an unnamed stuffed pepper that was served to me<br />
when my family was having dinner with our landlady. Having been raised to<br />
eat everything on my plate, I managed to get the entire, spicy, painful pepper<br />
down my throat. Seeing I had finished, I was promptly furnished with a<br />
second. Needless to say, I ignored the eat-all rule and didn’t touch that one.<br />
Visiting a Parisian café, no one in my family could pass up the chance<br />
when we noticed escargot on the menu. It came in a circular orange<br />
container dotted periodically with holes. In each a snail floated in garlic<br />
sauce. Except for a certain chewiness, they were delicious, and are by far<br />
both the most outlandish and the most delicious meal I had overseas. Of<br />
course, I may have been predisposed toward adventurous eating. When we<br />
lived in Louisiana before going abroad, I, at the age of six, was one of the<br />
few in the family who took to raw oysters with horseradish and Tabasco. It<br />
was a point of pride with me that I had managed to down six or so in a row<br />
when grown men beside me couldn’t swallow a single one. I suppose the<br />
snails may have reminded me of shucking and sucking raw oysters down on<br />
the bayou.<br />
AI: In reading your non fiction piece, “Navy Blue,” some of us had feelings of guilt for<br />
being unaware of other people’s suffering or of being born privileged. Do you deal with<br />
guilt on a daily basis? When you returned from your travels back to the U.S. were there<br />
any overwhelming feelings that existed for you?<br />
ELP: Living in war zones was by far the most unsettling thing I have had<br />
to do. As I mentioned before, I attended a Bosnian school for a few hours<br />
every day as a second grader. To get to school, I’d go down our street, notice<br />
the bullet holes in our wall, cross a Sarajevo rose or two (the imprints of a<br />
mortar shell explosion that was later filled in with a red paint or resin as a<br />
memorial) and pass the remains of a bombed building. My family walked<br />
through the tunnels that the Bosnians dug in order to receive supplies when<br />
they were under siege, and returned home to listen to our landlady tell us<br />
stories of going down that tunnel nine times, each time loaded down with<br />
50 kilos (110 lbs) of basic survival supplies on her back..<br />
In Sudan it was even more direct. All around me I saw beggars in<br />
the street, people making do with nothing. My brother always tried to<br />
give money to every person he saw was in need, but when we moved to<br />
Khartoum, if he took out a coin he had twenty children under the age of<br />
eight clinging to his pant legs, pleading with him for food. Walking home<br />
from school, we’d kick dust up into our eyes, pass a monkey tied to the<br />
stunted palm tree across the street, and wave the flies away as we entered<br />
the yard. We bowed our heads while we entered because soon after we<br />
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