I came to India a year ago to find a village in which
I could live and write but it was many months before I settled down happily in
this Himalayan community.I wasted a lot of time looking for the “typical”
village, yet no such thing exists. Conditions vary too widely.But the villages
I stayed in had much in common—poverty, dirt, ignorance. Often the villagers
themselves were puzzled, suspicious. Why had I come? I had put aside my work as
a political journalist because my ideas had changed. I had come to believe that
what was happening in the Third World was more important than anything else.
But to understand how three quarters of the world’s people live, and how their
future might affect ours, I felt that I first had to try and share their way of
life.In the end I chose a mountain village because it was a little cooler than
those in the plains. I took the bus from town along a bumpy road. Then came a
rough walk down a steep path to the river. After this I began the climb into
the Mils. Whenever I stopped to catch my breath, there was a magnificent view.
After several hours’ walk the village came into view.
1.After the writer had arrived in India,________.
A.he spent a
year writing about the place he lived in
B.he spent
quite some time looking for a suitable place to live in
C.he stayed in
an Indian village working for the poor
D.he lived in a
Himalayan community for many months.
2.While looking for a typical village, the writer
found__________.
A.he was
searching for the impossible
B.all the
villages were exactly the same
C.he was doing
something enjoyable
D.the villagers
were curious about him
3.Before coming to India, the writer________.
A.had been a
successful politician
B.had made a
decision to work for India
C.had studied
India culture for some months
D.had worked
for newspapers and magazines