My Burmese neighbor at the community garden for refugees-of-war crouches low and watches me water. She shows up almost every time I’m there, either because she comes here a lot or because she sees me from her apartment next door and comes. She likes to chat but we don’t speak each other’s languages however hard we try so we point and smile and gesticulate a lot. She mostly points to my crops and motions to her mouth to find out if it is something that can…
