I read "The No Name Woman" again. My mind finds it so strange to read about the cultures ans social rules of other countries. I find myself angered at people acting in their social rule set and the anger covers from my eyes the fact that I am putting our rules over theirs to try to conform them or say why they were right or wrong. Where are my ancestors' ghosts? What are the rules I am supposed to go by? I must be so steeped in these social bonds that I cannot see them any longer. Yet I know they are there - I can almost feel them around me - like demons.