Walking The Earth

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Sometimes in Boston, and in other Bikram Yoga studios around the world, they’ll turn up the heat to 105 degrees and get the humidity going and tell you it’s a furnace. But it’s only a furnace for ninety minutes and it’s a furnace you get to decide what days you

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Tria She is tall, a teenager, listening to her music and cooking vegetables. Her mother is sleeping on the cot in the corner. They share the twenty by twenty room with five other women – all from Africa. It’s clean and there is a fridge and carpets on the floor.

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Dhio The basketball is beyond over-inflated. When I dribble it, it bounces almost above my head. The kid who makes the bags from the discarded life jackets and pieces of boat and I are shooting hoops at Pipka while the Afghanistan girl takes a break from riding in circles on

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Ena The girl is circling around the empty basketball court at Pipka on a bike. She is just going in circles and circles as fast as she can learning how to ride. She has a scarf wrapped around her head. When she stops for water I ask: “Where are you

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At the end of the yoga class, Dino asks all the kids to meditate for two minutes and think of a place where they were happy and safe. They slowly settle into a large circle and then they hold each other hands and it’s quiet. I hear the fathers who

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I never knew Dino before I came here. When I knew him back in Boston, when he was first my friend, his name was Constantine – the name of a nice Greek American boy, which he was. Here in Greece, that’s Constantindos, which is too long, so the Greeks make

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Dino is Greek. He’s not Greek because his mother is Greek though she most certainly is and Dino’s ears still ring from when she screamed and cursed at Dino and his two brothers growing up, with love mind you, but still, the screaming – he can still hear it. And

Maasai

Walking The Earth is a literary expedition that shines a light on people worth helping, and places worth saving. This story comes to us from Kenya where James Cannon Boyce walked with his Maasai friend, Maison through the Naboisho Conservancy. The first six pages of the story is here –