A short story about a biologist who returns to her country in an attempt rediscover her roots.  She stays with her mother's brother who hosts a huge reunion in her honor.  She is the star of the party and is entertained by the stories of her mother's old friends and family whom she has never met.  Sadly, one family member never shows up.  Her curiosity over his whereabouts drives her mad.  She decides to retrace his footsteps in attempts to locate him.  He was a teacher, so her first stop is the school where he taught.  When she arrives at the school, she finds it in disarray.  The students aren't learning because the teachers are all gone.  "Where have they gone?"  She asks.  One of the students, who was actually listening to her tells her that they have gone.  They have found jobs as tutors to wealthy children.  They only come to the school when there is no tutoring work.  She rushes home to her uncle and complains about the injustice of the lack of teachers for the children.  He is apathetic and tries to explain to her that this is just the way things are.  The colonialists never established good schools here.  They were only interested in railroads, telegraph lines and canals.  These were necessary parts of their infrastructure (the anatomy) that helped them sell off the wealth of this country.  There was a tiny economic boom when the colonials left after the revolution, but this eventually died out due to urbanization and overpopulation.