I first met Nok when she arrived on a temporary visa. She was following in her mother's footsteps, having completed high school in Thailand. As I was married to her mother, I was officially her sponsor, a kind of guarantor and financial support for her. Since Nok did not want to go on to university, she quickly became able to pay her own way, working with her mother Som, as a cleaner. Daily they would disappear together early in the morning, trooping home hours later, tired. Nok would then dive into her room, staying there for hours at a time. I found this kind of behavior a little odd and I wondered whether she was homesick. After all, being ripped out of Thai culture and thrust into an entirely foreign one would be difficult, at the best of times. But Som told me that her daughter was perfectly happy. "She loves being here," my wife replied to yet another of my persistent inquires on the topic. "She seems so quiet, withdrawn," I said, "And she hides in
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