willie with the orphans in Kiev

In 1998 I travelled to India for the first time in my adult life. It would be my fourth time and on each occasion prior I remember constantly travelling by car to and from the capital city to both my mother’s and father’s hometowns to visit family. Unfortunately it never really felt like a vacation. My relatives all had a perspective that we were rich, since we lived in Canada, and so it was more of a handout to people I didn’t know rather than a meaningful connection…