Mining the paper trail

Posted by on Mar 28, 2013 in The Journey | 0 comments

Mining the paper trail

We hunched over practically illegible record books, sweating next to a moody fan and watched over by a chipped statue of Saint Anthony and the hardboiled gaze of Cochin’s last Portuguese bishop. Every ten minutes or so my father and I traded profound observations.

“Everyone here married their cousins.”

“Look how many people died of worms.”

“Worms and swelling.”

“Swelling—is that a disease?”