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On that trip there was beauty in contrast. We came across a Bavarian man, a member of but not integrated into, a small Buddhist temple. This was not yet an adopted home. He was slowly weaving bracelets made of neon colored string; his hands moving automatically freeing his mind for deeper reflection. His body was a detailed story of adaptation to the Thai landscape- a brightly colored rash covering his back, scars on his forearms, and mosquito bites scattered throughout. We chatted for some time in German, after which he handed me a bundle of his bracelets, smiled widely, and told me to go in peace. I wear those bracelets today as a reminder of strength, choice, hope, and an element of longing.