No One Home

The Sanur beachfront is barren but for one old woman. The restaurants are closed. The shops are closed. The woman is dragging a plastic garbage can filled with fresh fruit, looking for a buyer on the barren beach. We sit together and I try to speak to her but it seems she does not speak Indonesian, only Balinese. But one does not need to speak to sell fruit. One points, one holds up fingers for counting, one smiles. I buy a bundle of manggis. Thank you, she says. She knows that in English. Suksma, I answer. I know that in Balinese.