Igor Igor, ngiyakuhalalisela! Ngifisa yonke imiphefumulo yami, Ngithembeke nami ngimi Futhi ungalokothi ushintshe. Wena-okungcono kakhulu emhlabeni, Khumbula, othandekayo, ngakho! Kwangathi unenhlanhla empilweni, Injabulo inkulu! I met Tek Monger during a training for interpreters at the local refugee center in 2011. I was training to be a Thai and Lao interpreter, and Tek was training to be a Nepali interpreter. I had just returned from a trip to Nepal, where I had seen a newspaper article that there were 400 Nepalis living in my small Central New York city (Utica). I was so intrigued by that idea, and had been driving around town looking for people in traditional Nepali topi hats or sarongs, to no avail. Our town is very diverse, with refugees making up almost ¼ of our population, so there are many refugees from Burma, Thailand, Cambodia, Laos, and Vietnam around. But this was the first I had heard of Nepalis. As it turned out, they were actually some of the 100,000 Bhutanese refugees who were ethnic Nepali but had been expelled from Bhutan in 1992 and had been relatively forgotten in eastern Nepal until they started to be resettled in about 2008.