goat-a-rama
October 3rd 2005 One night last week, I was ever-so-slightly kept awake by a repetitive banging noise against my patio wall. As usual here, village life means you hear everyone’s business - cooking, talking, singing, praying, crying. You get used to it pretty quickly and learn to sleep through everyone’s habits - you learn which babies cry when, which neighbor rises the earliest, which t.v. station teenagers
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