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"But what am I supposed to do with all this", says Lawrence, gently shoving back to her the tidy stack he has just made of Stella's passports. "Perhaps", say I, "You need to accept that you are no longer just my case worker, but that now you are accompanying us on a journey." Instead of responding to my comment, Lawrence directs his eyes onto Caspar and says, "Where do you fit into all this." Caspar is still smiling and glowing. "You do not know, just now what you have done to help me. I have never in my long existence every thanked anyone for anything, neither have I ever smiled or laughed. I cannot begin to thank you enough, dear Lawrence." "How old are you?" "when I was a little child, I was wandering alone, hungry and completely abandoned, the streets of a big city in India. I do not know which one. Then a very kind man wearing a bright orange robe adopted me. He was a disciple of the Buddha. He treated me like his own son. And then I fell asleep..."