When a single person, or a small group of people are sent into a foreign land to measure its assets and for ways to conquer it, they end up being not-quite-tourists. He himself has been much more alert and on edge than he’s ever been in his entire life, because for once, he has to watch every word he says and every little thing he does so that they’re not discovered to be more than tourists.
In essence, he becomes someone not quite himself – perhaps more reserved, more light-footed, more foreign. A stranger to his own skin!
Being a foreigner makes him feel like an ant scurrying among giants, but even as he weaves his way through the grapes and trees and cows and bees, excitement still brushes the tips of the hairs on the back of his neck, and he wonders if this is what it’s like to be unafraid of death.