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An utterly charming and engaging travel book that offers vivid portraits of unusual corners of Asia, told by a skilled raconteur whose eyes were open wide. Los Angeles Times Book ReviewWarned by a Hong Kong fortune-teller not to risk flying for an entire year, Tiziano Terzania vastly experienced Asia correspondenttook what he called the first step into an unknown world. . . . It turned out to be one of the most extraordinary years I have ever spent: I was marked for death, and instead I was reborn.Traveling by foot, boat, bus, car, and train, he visited Burma, Thailand, Laos, Cambodia, Vietnam, China, Mongolia, Japan, Indonesia, Singapore, and Malaysia. Geography expanded under his feet. He consulted soothsayers, sorcerers, and shamans and received much advicesome wise, some otherwiseabout his future. With time to think, he learned to understand, respect, and fear for older ways of life and beliefs now threatened by the crasser forms of Western modernity. He rediscovered a place he had been reporting on for decades. And reinvigorated himself in the process.

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ALSO BY TIZIANO TERZANI Giai Phong The Fall and Liberation of Saigon 1976 - photo 1
ALSO BY TIZIANO TERZANI Giai Phong The Fall and Liberation of Saigon 1976 - photo 2

ALSO BY TIZIANO TERZANI

Giai Phong!: The Fall and Liberation of Saigon. (1976)

Behind the Forbidden Door: Travels in-Hidden-China (1985)

Goodnight, Mister Lenin: A Journey Through the End of the Soviet Empire (1993)

F OR A NGELA , A LWAYS

The author is grateful to Joan Krakover Hall and to Nigel Foxell for their invaluable help with the English translation.

He wholeheartedly thanks Irvin Kershner, David Reiss, Gail Dubov, Howard Morhaim, and Shaye Areheart for their staunch commitment to the American edition.

C ONTENTS

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1A B LESSED C URSE L ife is full of opportunities The problem is to - photo 3

1/A B LESSED C URSE

L ife is full of opportunities. The problem is to recognize them when they present themselves, and that isnt always easy. Mine, for instance, had all the marks of a curse: Beware! You run a grave risk of dying in 1993. You mustnt fly that year. Dont fly, not even once, a fortune-teller told me.

It happened in Hong Kong. I had come across that old Chinese man by sheer chance. When I heard his dire words I was momentarily taken aback, but not deeply disturbed. It was the spring of 1976, and 1993 seemed a long way off. I did not forget the date, however; it lingered at the back of my mind, rather like an appointment one hasnt yet decided whether to keep or not.

Nineteen seventy-seven 1987 1990 1991. Sixteen years seem an eternity, especially when viewed from the perspective of Day One. But, like all our years (except those of adolescence), they passed very quickly, and in no time at all I found myself at the end of 1992. Well, then, what was I to do? Take that old Chinese mans warning seriously and reorganize my life? Or pretend it had never happened and carry on regardless, telling myself, To hell with fortune-tellers and all their rubbish?

By that time I had been living in Asia solidly for over twenty yearsfirst in Singapore, then in Hong Kong, Peking, Tokyo, and finally in Bangkokand I felt that the best way of confronting the prophecy was the Asian one: not to fight against it, but to submit.

You believe in it, then? teased my fellow journalistsespecially the Western ones, the sort of people who are used to demanding a clear-cut yes or no to every question, even to such an ill-framed one as this. But we do not have to believe the weather forecast to carry an umbrella on a cloudy day. Rain is a possibility, the umbrella a precaution. Why tempt fate if fate itself gives you a sign, a hint? When the roulette ball lands on the black three or four times in a row, some gamblers count on statistical probability and bet all their money on the red. Not me: I bet on the black again. Has the ball itself not winked at me?

And then, the idea of not flying for a whole year was an attraction in itself. A challenge, first and foremost. It really tickled me to pretend an old Chinese in Hong Kong might hold the key to my future. It felt like taking the first step into an unknown world. I was curious to see where more steps in the same direction would lead. If nothing else, they would introduce me, for a while, to a different life from the one I normally led.

For years I have traveled by plane, my profession taking me to the craziest places on earth, places where wars are being waged, where revolutions break out or terrible disasters occur. Obviously I had held my breath on more than one occasionlanding with an engine in flames, or with a mechanic squeezed in a trapdoor between the seats, hammering away at the undercarriage that was refusing to descend.

If I had dismissed the prophecy and carried on flying in 1993, I would certainly have done so with more than the usual pinch of anxiety that sooner or later strikes all thoseincluding pilotswho spend much of their lives in the air; but I would have carried on with my normal routine: planes, taxis, hotels, taxis, planes. That divine warning (yes: divination, divine, so alike!) gave me a chancein a way obliged meto inject a variant into my days.

The prophecy was a pretext. The truth is that at fifty-five one has a strong urge to give ones life a touch of poetry, to take a fresh look at the world, reread the classics, rediscover that the sun rises, that there is a moon in the sky and that there is more to time than the clocks tick can tell us. This was my chance, and I could not let it slip.

But there was a practical problem. Should I stop working for a year? Take leave of absence? Or carry on working despite this limitation? Journalism, like many other professions, is now dominated by electronics. Computers, modems, fax play a paramount role. Snappy, instantaneous television images transmitted by satellite have set new standards, and print journalism, rather than concentrating on reflection and the personal, limps after them in the effort to match the invincible immediacy (and with it the superficiality) of TV.

During the days of the Tiananmen massacre, CNN was broadcasting live from the square in the center of Peking, and many of my colleagues preferred to stay in their hotel rooms and watch television rather than go out and see what was happening a few hundred yards away. That was the quickest way of keeping up to date, of following events. Moreover, their editors were seeingthousands of miles awaythe same images on their screens; and those images became the truth, the only truth. No need to look for another.

How would my editors react to the idea of having an Asia correspondent who, on a whim, took into his head not to fly for a whole year? What would they think of a man who in 1993 suddenly became a journalist from the beginning of the twentieth century, one of those who would set off at the outbreak of a war and would often arrive when it was already over?

My chance to find out came in October 1992, when one of the two editors-in-chief of Der Spiegel passed through Bangkok. One evening after dinner, without much beating about the bush, I told him the story of the Hong Kong fortune-teller and announced my intention of not traveling by plane in 1993.

After what youve told me, how can I ask you to fly to Manila and cover the next coup dtat, or to Bangladesh for the next typhoon? Do as you think best, was his reply. Magnificent as usual, my faraway masters! They saw that this caprice of mine might give rise to a different kind of story, one that might offer the reader something the others lacked.

Der Spiegels reaction obviously took a load off my mind, but still I did not finally commit myself to the plan. The prophecy would take effect at the beginning of the new year, and I intended to make my decision at the very last moment, the stroke of midnight on December 31, wherever I might find myself.

Well, I was in the Laotian forest. My celebratory feast was an omelette of red ants eggs. There was no champagne to see the New Year in; instead I raised a glass of fresh water, and solemnly resolved not to yield for any reason, at any cost, to the temptation of flying. I would travel the world by any possible means as long as it was not a plane, a helicopter or a glider.

It was an excellent decision, and 1993 turned out to be one of the most extraordinary years I have ever spent: I was marked for death, and instead I was reborn. What looked like a curse proved to be a blessing. Moving between Asia and Europe by train, by ship, by car, sometimes even on foot, the rhythm of my days changed completely. Distances became real again, and I reacquired the taste of discovery and adventure.

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