I ask her, “Grandmother do you think life was better in the old days or now?” Several of my neighbors are quietly observing this exchange.
“Old days,” she says. After thinking a bit and cutting some new pieces of betel nut.
“And Grandmother, I remember there were so many big trees in the forest above the village before we moved the village to build the dam, and there was water in the Lam Pra Plerng then even in the dry season. I know you remember too.”
She thinks a bit. “Yes, too many people came here, and we cut the trees as if it was the same as the old days, we didn’t know what we were doing.” The Thai have a remarkable capacity for accepting responsibility, blame is rarely heard. I read of a man who was struck down by a drunk driver but refused to take even insurance money for his medical expenses. He figured it must have been just punishment for his past wrongs.