I. The snow was falling, light and flaky. It must be winter time, but I didn't know what month it was. Pennsylvania was flat and desolate. I was walking along a main street of the camp, looking at the falling snow flakes, and watching my breath. I didn't know how long I've been walking. With no particular place to go, it seemed time was not relevant.
There was a Buddhist temple by the side of the road. There was no one inside. As I stood there gazing at Buddha, a monk came out to greet me. "Thay co bao gio buon khong?" I asked. He looked at me and then smiled.
II. I was taking classes while staying at the camp. My English was not good enough to understand my teacher, but it was a good way to occupy my time. I spent several months in that camp before they sent me to Washington State. I had some relatives and an older brother living in Washington State. The church that sponsored them also sponsored me to come to Washington.