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Travel shakes up your sense of what's right and what's wrong.  If you're even minimally open to reflection, you are confronted again and again with the assumptions you make about the universality of just about everything.

Kerala, the Indian state we are docked in, is a small sliver of land between the sea and the mountains.  It has a literacy rate of nearly 100%, and an almost even split among Christians, Hindus, and Moslems (40-30-30).  Judaism remains only in signs and historical sites.  Wikipedia tells us there is one Jewish woman of childbearing age left in Kochi.

The Wikipedia entry also diverges considerably from the version I heard aboard ship, which included a great deal more rescue of a persecuted people.

Jewtown remains as a street full of shops run by Indians who are not Jewish.  It is a tourist attraction which has no shops other than those catering to tourists.  This also means it is cleaner and more expensive than other areas of the city.  It sits at the end of the ferry, which costs 2 rupees (4 cents US).

The "God's own country" signs are everywhere.  It is the motto of Kerala, referring to the natural beauty of the area.

Our guide on the Agra trip, Arvind, is very proud of Indian diversity, and very concerned about income disparity.  He told us more Swiss bank accounts belong to Indians than to nationals of any other country.  I present this as unverified, since my understanding of Swiss accounts is they are numbered in order to be untraceable.

I wonder if God, who evidently resides in Kerala, has one of those Swiss bank accounts.