The sound of a massive drum was the first thing I noticed, when Juliet and I stepped out of the compact car. Each time the confident student struck the drum, the students that were lined up in neat rows facing him would expertly stand at attention then relax into the at-ease stance. With their little heads locked in position to face forward, only their curious eyes darted to appraise us, as we walked past them in flowing salwars toward their principal...