Part IV Wedding day: band, food, guests, the bride emerges goody bag while lulling about waiting to see what curious thing would happen next, i fall asleep in the hairdresser's hut (yes, i have turned Sénégalese, able to fall into deep sleep in a small hut where 12 other people are, a hairdresser at work, a radio playing, babies crying, people talking...) i wake up drowsily, immediately set my eyes upon G. to remember where we are, and he shoots me a warning look, nodding towards where my friend M. sits with his wife. while i was asleep, M. was presented with a wedding goody bag so to say. just two feet away from me, neatly balanced next to M's wife's fancy shoes, are the aforementioned butchered cow's hooves...and head. lecker. i roll over and catch
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