When I lived in India as a child, at age of 11 I had drum lessons for a while (much too short, sadly, because I was then sent to Germany for school … after almost eight years in that wonderful country that my heart still longs for) … and they actually began with that same (or similar) language that is the code for the many different drum beats.
Oh dang. When I think of Indians who want to come to Germany, believing that our streets are paved with gold … I wish they knew how much I’d want to go back “home”. But of course I know, in my mind, that after 55 years it isn’t that home anymore. My heart doesn’t know though.