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It’s 11:30 PM on Wednesday November 5th. The quarter moon has just risen, swollen and orange above the horizon. We arrived this afternoon at a small hotel perched atop a sand dune outcropping in the Rajastani desert. I am drunk from too many glasses of Indian red wine, celebrating Barak Obama’s victory as the next president of the United States, and I’m crying.
Being 10 ½ hours ahead of U.S. Eastern Standard time here, it was Tuesday for an excruciating day and a half before we began hearing election results. This morning, when my wakeup call jarred me awake in Jaisselmere at 6:30 AM, I flipped on the TV and began watching early results on an Indian news channel. After breakfast, an MSNBC breaking news headline announced that McCain had called Obama to concede; a group of Americans and an Italian watched his surprisingly eloquent concession speech—but FOUR minutes before president-elect Barak Obama’s speech the cable throughout the area went out!!!



We called my son Nick on our I-Phone. He held the phone up to his TV, and a group of us huddled around the phone listening to Obama, weeping. In the photo documenting the moment, we look as if we’re praying.

We Americans have elected a true statesman, a man with a heart, a brain, and a vision, to lead us.
All things are possible.
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