Oh, said the prime minister, we have spirits, all right. They’re all around. They probably just don’t understand you and your ways. They don’t know how to understand you. What I would suggest, if you don’t mind my saying so, is that you should allow yourself to fall into them.
Fall into them? said my husband.
The prime minister nodded vigorously. Most assuredly, she said. You simply don’t understand our ways. And why should you? You’re not from here.
Fall? said my husband.
Here, said the prime minister. I’ll show you. She put up her hands, indicating that we should stay where we were. We stopped and watched her walk a few dozen yards away from us. I put my hand up to shield my eyes from the sun.
The prime minister stopped walking when she came to a wall and turned around. She grinned
