A few years ago in London, without a local phone and late for a rendezvous with a friend, I attempted to call him from a public phone booth. My coins were being swallowed up but the call would not connect. I asked passersby if I could borrow their phone, but they walked away. When I did meet my friend with tears of relief, he told me that I needed to add zero as a prefix! It made me wonder that if someone as immensely privileged as I had felt utterly helpless and somewhat small—even where the language was my own—what would be the endless tales of those who attempt to weave themselves into the fabric of a society where their existence might invoke wrath?