Why are some people invisible?
'I have this invisible gen. Sometimes I am invisible. Sometimes I am not.' This young, bolted Buddhist non, with this huge, present scar on her bolt head, was saying later to her.
She was the only woman who got rejected to the food entry at the conference of his Holiness. At the very first moment of all, one was standing some steps behind the scene. Five women already discussing with the security guards about letting the non in and providing her with a food voucher. There was plenty of food. More than enough for all visitors and more. But this woman was denied her entry. She was in hold of the wrong visitor pass. One, for oneself, wasn't even officially invited, but got seconds later greeted and handed over a food voucher and entry. How could this be possible? How could one step forward, filling up ones plates, while this woman was denied her daily bread? One was even considering sharing her own plate. Outside the dining area the five women and the non were discussing with other officials and food guards about intake. One was about to leave, supporting the crowed. Silently with presence and prayers. But restless. Mindlessly interrupted with urge to 'do' … to interfere, to help, to change, to act. Over the 'how' the mind wonders of, loosing bound to the prayers and silent existence, emerging into the grasp of unease and failure. Close to leaving the scene. But happily after the non was having her plate.