POSTCARD#403: Bangkok: Young people are among those most socially impacted by the COVID-19 pandemic, but also the most prepared to cope with the quick shift towards virtual environments that the pandemic triggered. Our 16 year-old niece M is one of those surviving the lockdown. She was fortunate to find some good friends towards the end of her time at school and now classes are online they are able to help each other by way of their own networks. There’s also a quality that M and her friends seem to have; it’s the ability to improvise and to confront the problem, find solutions and move on.
She was always like that, even as a child; there was the direct flow of intention to get something done that needed to be done. Then on to the next thing. I’m looking through some old posts and see this characteristic everywhere.
APRIL 25, 2014 : Going home in a tuk-tuk with M aged 9, sitting beside me, small body-mass pressed against my side. The urgency of speed, kinda scary, canvas roof, no walls and immense sound of 2-stroke engine fills our space. Impossible to hear properly what she’s saying, M indicates that she wants to borrow my phone. I pull it out of my pocket, thinking, is it okay to play with a slippery glass-like instrument like this in a speeding tuk-tuk?
I press it into her small hands. Hot, prehensile fingers grab, grasp and clasp the phone. Go to settings, clear away unwanted windows with the swipe of a tiny finger and launch multiplayer Minecraft. So fast! I’m surprised she’s managing to get Internet, 3G signal reaching us here in a tuk-tuk racing through the streets of Chiang Mai.
My arm is placed around the slight presence of M, taking up such a small amount of the space on the seat, legs don’t reach the floor. In the little window of the phone in her hands Minecraft’s digitally created landscapes of mountains and seascapes appear. She’s now in player-hosted servers with visiting players from all countries in the world.
“How do you say this Toong-Ting?” She spells out: G-A-V-I-N. I tell her it’s a boy’s name, ‘Gavin’, probably English. I see name labels moving around the landscapes, Japanese and Italian names; Spanish, German, Norwegian – players I assume are about the same age as M? I see boy’s names and girl’s names, all here at this very moment – and, where is ‘here’? Good question: now here and nowhere, depends on the context… space and time are not separate – this is (always) where we are at.
“Remember this number Toong-Ting: 19122,” she says. I consciously remember the number, repeating it to myself… In a moment she asks me what the number was. I tell her, 19122 and ask what it was for? She doesn’t answer… I realize later she must be creating a new ID or registering a username. Sad really, there’s not the dialogue there used to be, ‘I’ am held in a suspended state, waiting for the next question.
“What’s this mean, Toong-Ting?” M spells out: B-R-O-S and I tell her it’s short for brothers. It must be a boy, he’s African American probably. She doesn’t ask me anything else so I think she knew the word ’bro’ already. Obviously interested in this and next thing she’s in with the BROS, their mountains and volcanic lava, burning fires.
Then there’s a little wail – she gets disconnected. It feels to me like a catastrophe, but for M it’s not a problem, she changes to a different player-hosted server with new players – or maybe some of them are they same ones who just got here from the same sites we were all in earlier.
In a sense M is directing everything, I simply facilitate. Maybe because I was always looking for communicative indications in English when she would dialogue with me as an infant. There’s a wonderful book ‘Words For A Deaf Daughter’ by Paul West, that’s become the idea behind writing these posts about M. The author writes the book for his daughter who is deaf and has no understanding of language, but the author is aware of innate language skills and knows that when she becomes an adult she will be able to read and understand all the feelings he had for her as a child that couldn’t be expressed at that time…
“As wave is driven by wave
And each, pursued, pursues the wave ahead,
So time flies on and follows, flies, and follows,
Always, for ever and new. What was before
Is left behind; what never was is now;
And every passing moment is renewed.”
As I have said before, a precious relationship to be treasured! Rich prose!
Thanks Ellen for being with me for so long. I’m reminded you’ve been commenting here from nearly the beginning… seven years? So you’ll remember some of the original M posts. Thanks too for all your support during the light and dark times.
Tiramit, has it really been seven years??? Well, thank you. Obviously I enjoyed the ride, through it all. The only dark times I remember were when you were adapting to the constant headache. Seems better controlled now? Yes, I remember enjoying the M posts immensely. Thank YOU for being here!
Well, I just looked at the dates and the blog went online in July 2012 so it’s more than 8 years in fact… hard to believe. There weren’t many visitors and comments until 2013 and the first M post was May 10, 2013 – title: “no more than this”. I see your gravatar is there and nearly a year later you left a comment too, but I didn’t notice it, didn’t know WordPress well enough – sorry I never replied…
You capture M so brilliantly!!!! and you will laugh: I just took down my copy of the Metamorphoses this past week to read……!xo
I read your comment and found metamorphoses on my phone. It’s a challenge to read the whole thing in such a little window! The energy of Ovid strikes you immediately! Just noticed, did you mean you had taken down your copy of Metamorphoses before my post arrived in your inbox!? About M, she was the driving force behind this blog in the early days, then she became a teenager and everything changed into something else… a broader field.
Yes, I had, a few days ago. !! i can’t even imagine LOOKING at that on my phone! and i remember M from before. it IS wonderful that becoming a teenager was an expansion, too, for her….hope does indeed spring eternal…..
It’s a novelty reading Metamorphoses on my phone, but I’ll not get very far – amazing, it’s a coincidence then; we were thinking about Ovid around the same time. Hard to believe but there are all kinds of things unbelievable these days. Helpful to read your: “becoming a teenager was an expansion”, a group of words carrying meaning; it’s because I looked at the text so many times and didn’t think of that… it’s good! Spent the day with M today. She is asking very precise questions about politics and the economy.
It is just so wonderful to hear such hopeful things when you write about M….the kids i tend to see are mostly in need of so much help….and, heck. Ovid springs eternal perhaps? xo
We are so fortunate to have M at this time, her asking questions and having opinions about world affairs. About the kids whose parents are disadvantaged by Trump taking advantage of their numbers, I imagine if there was an opportunity to listen to what these kids say, there’d be a reflection on the world they live in, where all the hardships and problems are put to rights – the poet might say all the chaos and meaninglessness of our suffering resolved in a divine and logical order.
We live in hope….
Love the picture you painted of your ride with your granddaughter! I was ‘almost’ there with you, especially with memories of Chiang Mai in my mind! Hope you are well!
Good to hear from you Na’ama, the Chiang Mai tuk-tuk journey pulls the passengers together, a memorable experience. I had to be careful of M being blown away in these gusts of wind!
Yep! I remember holding on to my then-seven-year-old niece! 🙂
Please don’t be sorry!! I don’t know how many times I have not replied on my own blog.
I can’t believe it has been 8 years! Here’s to many, many more!