I know it’s a week late, but we had a great Thanksgiving. All the girls were home from college and among our guests were six political refugees from Bhutan. A family at our Church is involved with refugee resettlement and Lancaster. Pa. has several hundred refugees from various conflicts around the world. When they came to our house, I thought immediately they were from Nepal. It turns out there was a migration of Nepalese people to Bhutan several decades ago. The native Bhutanese since decided they did not want Nepalese and started an ethnic cleansing campaign.
Men from Nepal worked in the Green Beans Coffee Shop on Tallil Ali Air Base and at other shops I went to in Balad Air Base and in Kuwait. They are short and thin and don’t eat much. My wife cooked for 20 Americans which meant we had a lot of leftovers, even sending a lot of food home with our guests.
I am glad America is still a refuge for persecuted people like my own grandparents who escaped Russian pogroms more than a century ago.
