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... gasping. I also stink and am still soaking wet from the airport and haven't slept for 36 hours. My room is part of a large suite but since I'm only paying for a room I'm given strict orders not to use the kitchen or living room. It's basic and clean. The electrics are dodgy and the water pressure is lousy so I have a wash under the tap as the shower is non functional. I head out for an explore, to get some money and to buy a drink, but just add I step ...
... different from what you will see and hear at the ACC.
But it is not a good novel. There are three voices or perspectives that take turns: the French priest ("Christophe Crow"), the man ("Bird"), and the girl ("Snow Falls"). The problem is that at times it is actually the interior voice of the character ("I can feel a presence enter our cabin"), more often it is his "false voice" (i.e. a narrative artificially forced into his voice -- "Once ...
... to the restaurant, where I spent the day practicing French, reading and meeting new people. On Fridays there is always a concert, and this week it was the Zaga Zaya band, a group of artists making reggae and rap music. I had to leave early as I was totally exhausted. The new impressions and especially the heat are not be underestimated.
On Saturday Parfait, the evening bartender that I had a long ‘conversation’ in French with the ...
... with this fact. Perhaps the abundance of mopeds. Everywhere we looked, there they were. It was like being in Asia.
We had decided that this was a good opportunity to find the souvenirs for this trip. Statues and masks were our targets, something nicer than the simple things sold on every street corner. After running around central Ouaga for a while, we asked taxi drivers if they could take us to a area we had spotted the previous night with lines of shops with items ...
... was that her family was very tightly knit, very compact from the inside and pretty closed to the outside. Na Prisca’s constant state of being wary of strangers and her lingering suspicion that most of the people she didn’t know had to have some „angle“, to quote Paul, may have had roots in that siege mentality. Or at least that’s how it appeared to me. Maybe I was reading it all wrong. After all, I hardly knew them and I knew her only somewhat better. But ...