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Ketut
Liyer
has
all
these
piles
of
old
,
lined
notebooks
and
ledgers
,
filled
with
tiny
little
handwriting
,
of
ancient
Balinese
-
Sanskrit
mysteries
about
healing
.
He
copied
these
notes
into
these
notebooks
way
back
in
the
1940s
or
1950s
,
sometime
after
his
grandfather
died
,
so
he
would
have
all
the
medical
information
recorded
.
This
stuff
is
beyond
invaluable
.
There
are
volumes
of
data
about
rare
trees
and
leaves
and
plants
and
all
their
medicinal
properties
.
He
’
s
got
some
sixty
pages
of
diagrams
about
palm
-
reading
,
and
more
notebooks
full
of
astrological
data
,
mantras
,
spells
and
cures
.
The
only
thing
is
,
these
notebooks
had
been
through
decades
of
mildew
and
mice
and
they
’
re
shredded
almost
to
bits
.
Yellow
and
crumbling
and
musty
,
they
look
like
disintegrating
piles
of
autumn
leaves
.
Every
time
he
turns
a
page
,
he
rips
the
page
.
"
Ketut
,
"
I
said
to
him
last
week
,
holding
up
one
of
his
battered
notebooks
,
"
I
’
m
not
a
doctor
like
you
are
,
but
I
think
this
book
is
dying
.
"
He
laughed
.
"
You
think
is
dying
?
"
"
Sir
,
"
I
said
gravely
,
"
here
is
my
professional
opinion
-
if
this
book
does
not
get
some
help
soon
,
it
will
be
dead
within
the
next
six
months
.
"
Then
I
asked
if
I
could
take
the
notebook
into
town
with
me
and
photocopy
it
before
it
died
.
I
had
to
explain
what
photocopying
was
,
and
promise
that
I
would
only
keep
the
notebook
for
twenty
-
four
hours
and
that
I
would
do
it
no
harm
.
Finally
,
he
agreed
to
let
me
take
it
off
the
porch
property
with
my
most
passionate
assurances
that
I
would
be
careful
with
his
grandfather
’
s
wisdom
.
I
rode
into
town
to
the
shop
with
the
Internet
computers
and
photocopiers
and
I
gingerly
duplicated
every
page
,
then
had
the
new
,
clean
photocopies
bound
in
a
nice
plastic
folder
.
I
brought
the
old
and
the
new
versions
of
the
book
back
the
next
day
before
noon
.
Ketut
was
astonished
and
delighted
,
so
happy
because
he
’
s
had
that
notebook
,
he
said
,
for
fifty
years
.
Which
might
literally
mean
"
fifty
years
,
"
or
might
just
mean
"
a
really
long
time
.
"
I
asked
if
I
could
copy
the
rest
of
his
notebooks
,
to
keep
that
information
safe
,
too
.
He
held
out
another
limp
,
broken
,
shredded
,
gasping
document
filled
with
Balinese
Sanskrit
and
complicated
sketches
.
"
Another
patient
!
"
he
said
.
"
Let
me
heal
it
!
"
I
replied
.
This
was
another
grand
success
.
