The winter and summer of 2014 came and went, and with me, intensively immersed on these subjects. I read as much as I could and met with experts. I was keen to research and identify which angle of these complex subjects would be the very thing I would like to focus on the book I planned to write. Interestingly enough, when I returned to my DC area home, I found many Ethiopians living or working in Silver Spring, a suburb next to mine. When I first moved to Washington, DC in the 1980s, I saw them mostly in the Shaw neighborhood of Washington, DC or along 18th Street NW in Adams Morgan. Now, there is a Little Ethiopia in Silver Spring! I began to be curious the more I saw them on errands or driving along Fenton Street. The word 'curious' is not what I want to say here. Honestly, a persistent interest was more like how I would describe it now. As a graduate student, I once participated in raising funds for the famine victims of Ethiopia. We sent the money to Save the Children because the organizer of the fund-raising event knew someone who works there. That was the extent of what I knew about Ethiopia or Ethiopians then.