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Published: January 31st 2006
i came for adventure
and it is here for me everyday
every "promenade" that i take.
like the other day heading into the grand marche this guy with old bottles full of murky water who i accosted with questions. traditional medicines, he said, for black people, not for me because i'm white. but white people do buy them, rarely for ailments but mostly for testing in their labs to see that, oui vraiment they work.
or the other day when i went to look at two houses and this kid on a tricked out bike with a viking flag on the front and an annoying flashing/whining light on the back and colored plastic and baubles who followed us into the houses giving his opinion. he liked the house with the blue door and the trees in the yard(same as me) and assured me it was a good neighborhood, his brother lived nearby
or tonight when i was walking by the hospital this girl, probably my age jumped up to walk, windi-windi with me the rest of the row of stalls and simply show me where she lived, down by the river.
i love it
other random sightings
toy story, big lebowski and animal videos for sale in the marche
crickets are in season again, for eating
surrounded by a group of kids yelling the zarma names of the things in my audobon agenda
the hassel/satisfacion of giving gifts, spatula with hearts in it=not practical=not givable
don't forget to bring a gift for the other wife though, she gets jealous
a bald white guy running out of the internet cafe
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