The book is about my experience as a foreign wife, brought up in a Parisian middle class family, and married to a Pakistani army officer. I followed him in his country where I lived till his demise thirty- five years later. It is about my contact with another culture, my acceptance by some and my rejection by others, a rejection which eventually forced me to live the country. It is about the growth of an elite, money-minded, status-conscious, deep to the neck into a merciless rat-race for power, a new self-made society set against a background of dilapidated monuments, the vestiges of an ancient and prestigious past. The pettishness, the narrow-mindedness, the abysmal ignorance of the values cherished in the Christian world, the boundless greed and aggressiveness of the newly rich remained for me an enigma when compared to the majestic reminders of a glorious past like the Lahore Fort, the Badshahi mosque to mention only a few of them. Each of my husband''s new transfers never failed to open a new chapter of the magnificent past of this country. I have had access to remote parts of the land, where princes, in their small states, have absolute power over their subjects, where tribesmen live according to their own rules in complete indifference of the laws of the land. I visited old cities like Multan and Peshawar, where you can browse to your heart-content in their noisy bazaars and step into rows of tiny shops, where the owners, industrious and skillful craftsmen, sell gold and silver jewelry, handmade pottery and colorful hand-woven carpets.
