I was born in a grass hut on a piece of wasteland. It was not possible to be closer to the earth unless to be under it. Among vivid landscapes, the descriptions place your feet in the mud of the green paddy fields or on the stones of the dusty roads. Subject to fierce extremes of life-threatening weather and natural phenomena, the pleasures of finding sufficient food, the smell of wood smoke and freshly cooked fish do much to compensate for a life...