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One girl had been taken in the same manner as Ly’s cousin. They had wanted to be tour guides, but their lack of English made this unlikely.
“I think they felt life would be tough here, and they didn’t see much hope,” Gilbert said.
She already had a boyfriend, but he couldn’t afford the dowry — about $1,500, the price of a water buffalo — and the father said she had no choice. “But it just seems like almost a part of life here that it’s not that shocking, not something people are still talking about today.” Those two never returned.
“So she ate the poison leaf,” Hoolihan said, and he meant it literally. “It was her escape method.” During the period in which Sapa O’Chau lost its three students, Gilbert had been running a tour guide class; the first two girls, the ones who set off together, were enrolled. But the third girl, Thi, actually made it back to Sapa. But everyone knew she had resumed her job as a tour guide, the one she had held before she left town about a year earlier. Thi had attended his class, but she dropped out because she couldn’t deal with the rules or keep from fighting with the other kids. He hadn’t talked to any of the ones who had returned about China. “I don’t want to stress them out.” I met someone who offered to introduce me to Thi, and she and I sat down one afternoon in the town square.
(The names of some of the girls have been changed.) It was a cool, clear October day, free of the dense flash fog that can sweep in so suddenly and obscure this place.