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I
imagined
my
own
translation
of
his
words
:
"
Ohhhh
…
little
baby
,
this
is
roast
chicken
for
you
to
eat
!
Someday
you
will
love
roast
chicken
and
we
hope
you
have
lots
of
it
!
Ohhhhhhh
…
little
baby
,
this
is
a
chunk
of
cooked
rice
,
may
you
always
have
all
the
chunks
of
cooked
rice
you
could
ever
desire
,
may
you
be
showered
with
rice
for
always
.
Ohhhhh
…
little
baby
,
this
is
a
coconut
,
isn
’
t
it
funny
how
this
coconut
looks
,
someday
you
will
eat
lots
of
coconuts
!
Ohhhhhh
…
little
baby
,
this
is
your
family
,
do
you
not
see
how
much
your
family
adores
you
?
Ohhhhh
…
little
baby
,
you
are
precious
to
the
whole
universe
!
You
are
an
A
-
plus
student
!
You
are
our
magnificent
bunny
!
You
are
a
yummy
hunk
of
silly
putty
!
Ooohhhhh
little
baby
,
you
are
the
Sultan
of
Swing
,
you
are
our
everything
…
"
Everyone
was
blessed
again
and
again
with
flower
petals
dipped
in
holy
water
.
The
whole
family
took
turns
passing
the
baby
around
,
cooing
to
her
,
while
Ketut
sang
the
ancient
mantras
.
They
even
let
me
hold
the
baby
for
a
while
,
even
in
my
jeans
,
and
I
whispered
my
own
blessings
to
her
as
everyone
sang
.
"
Good
luck
,
"
I
told
her
.
"
Be
brave
.
"
It
was
boiling
hot
,
even
in
the
shade
.
The
young
mother
,
dressed
in
a
sexy
bustier
under
her
sheer
lace
shirt
,
was
sweating
.
The
young
father
,
who
didn
’
t
seem
to
know
any
facial
expression
other
than
a
massively
proud
grin
,
was
also
sweating
.
The
various
grandmothers
fanned
themselves
,
got
weary
,
sat
down
,
stood
up
,
fussed
with
the
roasted
sacrificial
pigs
,
chased
away
dogs
.
Everyone
was
alternately
interested
,
not
interested
,
tired
,
laughing
,
earnest
.
But
Ketut
and
the
baby
seemed
to
be
locked
in
their
own
experience
together
,
riveted
to
each
other
’
s
attention
.
The
baby
didn
’
t
take
her
eyes
off
the
old
medicine
man
all
day
.
Who
ever
heard
of
a
six
-
month
-
old
baby
not
crying
or
fussing
or
sleeping
for
four
straight
hours
in
the
hot
sun
,
but
just
watching
someone
with
curiosity
?
Ketut
did
his
job
well
,
and
the
baby
did
her
job
well
,
too
.
She
was
fully
present
for
her
transformation
ceremony
from
god
-
status
to
human
-
status
.
She
was
handling
the
responsibilities
marvelously
,
like
a
good
Balinese
girl
already
-
steeped
in
ritual
,
confident
of
her
beliefs
,
obedient
to
the
requirements
of
her
culture
.
At
the
end
of
all
the
chanting
,
the
baby
was
wrapped
in
a
long
,
clean
white
sheet
that
hung
far
below
her
little
legs
,
making
her
look
tall
and
regal
-
a
veritable
debutante
.
Ketut
made
a
drawing
on
the
bottom
of
a
pottery
bowl
of
the
four
directions
of
the
universe
,
filled
the
bowl
with
holy
water
and
set
it
on
the
ground
.
This
hand
-
drawn
compass
marked
the
holy
spot
on
earth
where
the
baby
’
s
feet
would
first
touch
Then
the
whole
family
gathered
by
the
baby
,
everyone
seeming
to
hold
her
at
the
same
time
,
and
-
oop
!
there
goes
!
-
they
lightly
dipped
the
baby
’
s
feet
in
this
pottery
bowl
full
of
holy
water
,
right
above
the
magic
drawing
which
encompassed
the
whole
universe
,
and
then
they
touched
her
soles
to
the
earth
for
the
first
time
.
When
they
lifted
her
back
up
into
the
air
,
tiny
damp
footprints
remained
on
the
ground
below
her
,
orienting
this
child
at
last
onto
the
great
Balinese
grid
,
establishing
who
she
was
by
establishing
where
she
was
.
Everyone
clapped
their
hands
,
delighted
.
The
little
girl
was
one
of
us
now
.
A
human
being
-
with
all
the
risks
and
thrills
which
that
perplexing
incarnation
entails
.
The
baby
looked
up
,
looked
around
,
smiled
.
She
wasn
’
t
a
god
anymore
.
She
didn
’
t
seem
to
mind
.
She
wasn
’
t
fearful
at
all
.
She
seemed
thoroughly
satisfied
with
every
decision
she
had
ever
made
.
The
deal
fell
through
with
Wayan
.
That
property
Felipe
had
found
for
her
somehow
didn
’
t
happen
.
When
I
ask
Wayan
what
went
wrong
,
I
get
some
fuzzy
reply
about
a
lost
deed
;
I
don
’
t
think
I
was
ever
told
the
real
story
.
What
matters
is
only
that
it
’
s
a
dead
deal
.
I
’
m
starting
to
get
kind
of
panicked
about
this
whole
Wayan
house
situation
.
I
try
to
explain
my
urgency
to
her
,
saying
,
"
Wayan
-
I
have
to
leave
Bali
in
less
than
two
weeks
and
go
back
to
America
.
I
can
’
t
face
my
friends
who
gave
me
all
this
money
and
tell
them
that
you
still
don
’
t
have
a
home
.
"
"
But
Liz
,
if
a
place
has
no
good
taksu
…
"
