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"
He
laughed
with
me
,
not
getting
the
joke
,
of
course
,
but
loving
the
idea
that
people
make
jokes
.
Ketut
then
instructed
me
that
whenever
I
speak
to
my
four
spirit
brothers
,
I
must
tell
them
who
I
am
,
so
they
can
recognize
me
.
I
must
use
the
secret
nickname
they
have
for
me
.
I
must
say
,
"
I
am
Lagoh
Prano
.
"
Lagoh
Prano
means
"
Happy
Body
.
"
I
rode
my
bicycle
back
home
,
pushing
my
happy
body
up
the
hills
toward
my
house
in
the
late
afternoon
sun
.
On
my
way
through
the
forest
,
a
big
male
monkey
dropped
out
of
a
tree
right
in
front
of
me
and
bared
his
fangs
at
me
.
I
didn
’
t
even
flinch
.
I
said
,
"
Back
off
,
Jack
-
I
got
four
brothers
protecting
my
ass
,
"
and
I
just
rode
right
on
by
him
.
Although
the
next
day
(
protective
brothers
notwithstanding
)
I
did
get
hit
by
a
bus
.
It
was
sort
of
a
smallish
bus
,
but
nevertheless
it
did
knock
me
off
my
bicycle
as
I
was
cruising
down
the
shoulderless
road
.
I
got
tossed
into
a
cement
irrigation
ditch
.
About
thirty
Balinese
people
on
motorcycles
stopped
to
help
me
,
having
witnessed
the
accident
(
the
bus
was
long
gone
)
,
and
everyone
invited
me
to
their
house
for
tea
or
offered
to
drive
me
to
the
hospital
,
they
all
felt
so
bad
about
the
whole
incident
.
It
wasn
’
t
that
serious
a
wreck
,
though
,
considering
what
it
might
have
been
.
My
bicycle
was
fine
,
although
the
basket
was
bent
and
my
helmet
was
cracked
.
(
Better
the
helmet
than
the
head
in
such
cases
.
)
The
worst
of
the
damage
was
a
deep
cut
on
my
knee
,
full
of
bits
of
pebbles
and
dirt
,
that
proceeded
-
over
the
next
few
days
in
the
moist
tropical
air
-
to
become
nastily
infected
.
I
didn
’
t
want
to
worry
him
,
but
a
few
days
later
I
finally
rolled
up
my
pants
leg
on
Ketut
Liyer
’
s
porch
,
peeled
off
the
yellowing
bandage
,
and
showed
my
wound
to
the
old
medicine
man
.
He
peered
at
it
,
concerned
.
"
Infect
,
"
he
diagnosed
.
"
Painful
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
I
said
.
"
You
should
go
see
doctor
.
"
This
was
a
little
surprising
.
Wasn
’
t
he
the
doctor
?
But
for
some
reason
he
didn
’
t
volunteer
to
help
and
I
didn
’
t
push
it
.
Maybe
he
doesn
’
t
administer
medication
to
Westerners
.
Or
maybe
Ketut
just
had
a
secret
hidden
master
plan
,
because
it
was
my
banged
-
up
knee
that
allowed
me
,
in
the
end
,
to
meet
Wayan
.
And
from
that
meeting
,
everything
that
was
meant
to
happen
…
happened
.
