Kathmandu: Bakery Cafe

Kathmandu Frebis and I have come to the Bakery Cafe to meet up with Raja’s sister as Raja has given us something for her. As the waiter passes by our table I ask him if we could get milk for our coffee. He breezes past without acknowledging my request. Raja’s sister explains that many of the staff at the Bakery Cafe are deaf.

When Laura hears of my upcoming trip she asks me if I would be willing to take some things to friends who have a hard time getting what they need. In one case it involves vitamin supplements but she also asked me to take dozens of brassieres. I am only too happy to deliver these goods to the people who need them but I am a bit concerned what Customs will think when they find my luggage stuffed with bras.

Sheila understands that a deaf child matures like any other child, gaining depth of understanding as well as emotional intelligence. And yet sometimes being deaf is a barrier to certain basic knowledge that other children pick up from their environment. The young boy signs a question to Sheila. “You mean you’re going to die?” Without thinking much about it Sheila signs back “well, yes, we all die someday.” The little boy is frozen for a moment as he processes the concept of mortality for the first time. Then he breaks down in sobs.