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I asked the owner of my guesthouse in McLeod Ganj, a man named Dorje who has seen ten thousand trekkers come and go. “Baby John?” He laughed, a sound like gravel rolling downhill. “Ah. The lost baker.”

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I found a punchline to a very old, very quiet joke. Baby John wasn’t lost. He was waiting. And seventy years later, someone finally showed up for his bread. I asked the owner of my guesthouse in