Doctors With Borders
Americans take the leaving personally
The first New Zealand doctor I ever saw was an American. When she called my name, I heard at once the same flat, open vowels of the West where I grew up.
“Where ya from?” I said, as I sat down in the examination room.
“I’ve lived in New Zealand for thirteen years.”
She was a white woman in her late 40s, maybe early 50s. A seriousness …