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By: Leslie Noyes MassImprint: Rowman & Littlefield Publishers, Inc.
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Fifty years after living in a remote Pakistan village as a Peace Corps volunteer, Leslie Noyes Mass returns to discover a much-changed Pakistan—and a village that still remembers her. Mass captures the heart and attention of the reader with her story of Pakistanis in 1962 and those of a new generation, engaged in building a sustainable educational system for their country's forgotten children.
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| Title of eBook: Back to Pakistan | |
| Release Date: 10-15-2011 | |
| Publisher: Rowman & Littlefield Publishers, Inc. |
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| Parent title | Back to Pakistan |
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| SKU | 2370003861082 |
| File size | 3271 |
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Back to Pakistan
Chapter One
Arrival in Pakistan, 1962
September 27, 1962 Lahore, Pakistan Dear George, ... After thirty hours in the air ... we finally arrived in Karachi. The airport reminds me of Harrisburg ... small and dusty—quite a contrast to our stop in Rome. We were met by a group of reporters and some important Americans and Pakistanis. After some milky sweet tea and interviews they finally let us go to clean up at a nearby rest house. I stood in the shower with all my clothes on and then lay down for what I thought was an all day snooze. In less than an hour they woke me for lunch and a briefing about the next leg of our journey, Lahore. Two hours later I was shaking hands again ... more reporters, people grabbing my sleeve and slipping a marigold garland over my head, bearers fighting over my suitcase ... and a long crazy ride from the airport to the middle of the city and Peace Corps headquarters just off the Mall Road.... The city is teeming with people, animals, and horse-drawn carriages called tongas, busses, motor scooters, taxis, blaring horns, and confusion. Motor traffic, chaotic and exciting, is directed to the left, but no one pays much attention and everyone seems to drive in the middle of the road. The Peace Corps office is housed in a former residence, surrounded by high walls with a gate opening to a scraggly lawn, dirt driveway, and clay pots of orange flowers. Behind the offices there are several rooms with rope beds called charpoys and a cement-floor closet with a toilet and showerhead—for transient Peace Corps Volu
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