I was having a conversation with a taxi driver on Bali, an island of tropical flowers, lush rice terraces and lovely seascapes. It was April 2015. I was 41, Obama was president, and it was an auspicious time for marriages in the Hindu calendar.

“Where are you from?”

“The U.S.”

“Where?”

“America.”

“Oh, America! Obama!”

“Yes, Obama!”

“Oh, you have good President!”

“Yes, we like him too.”

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