Curiosity

Whenever I spot a new white person in my village, I become curious. I turn to my neighbors or nearby Malagasy people and ask, “Who is the vazaha? Does he live here? Does he work here? Or is he just a tourist? Is he French? Does he speak English? Does he speak Malagasy? Do you know if he’s married?” Then I realize that my curiosity for strangers in the village is the exact curiosity the townspeople pressed upon me when I arrived here in August.