Move

"They tell us to move so they can build the dam. We do not want to move out!" As he says this, his tone is tinged with anger but full of spirit. His eyes glare defiance, echoing the thoughts of his people and all the angels of justice. I am sitting with them, me -- again -- being a stranger in a land that is tucked in one's imagination of paradise. A paradise that is threatened by systematic lies and sowers of insecurity. What is the rationale of moving out from one's own home into an alien land just because someone else, the Powerful One, needs to build something nearby? This man is angry, he is frustrated and vulnerability is his -- and their -- only companion. And yet, his voice is soft and cold at the same time. The rest nod in agreement, murmuring assuring words of solidarity. Then, there is a long silence. Their thoughts are amplified by this silence. I can only vaguely understand.