I've seen so many facesand none of them was mine. What a face can tell? What a face can hide? None of them is yours, and all of them are mine. 

The weight of a collective gasp hung heavy in the air as I slapped my flip-flop down to stop a rolling coin. I lifted my foot to reveal the face of the late King Bhumibol Adulyadej, staring up at me with a look of indignation from the dulled and dirty surface of some denomination of baht. He did not look impressed. The mob that amassed behind me joined the King and sneered. As soon as I realis...