Hey, hey, there's not to say I'm having really here! It's exciting as life, every day of surprises, sometimes slaps and when I begin to say "I go around" wham something new I fall on the mouth. I feel fully live for a month. (As if I did in Switzerland too much ...)
Not later than yesterday, so I drank a sweet (read: a Mineral, coca cola, sprite, tonic) with Matthew in-Bouis Bouis, I felt invaded by a strange feeling. I look around me and everything seems strangely familiar (even more than in India), People, their approach, the cars, the atmosphere, the light, I would be in the market place in Neuchâtel that would be the same thing. Yes, I feel good, I'm acclimated!
But no! Ha! At this moment we breath "flag! "And indeed all people of the land had risen, we do the same. Pedestrians and cars had stopped, within seconds the whole neighborhood was petrified, plunged into a long silence! It was unreal. Farther to the police station we solemnly began lowering the flag to whistle and clap heels. Then after a long whistle of life takes its course and everything is resuscitated. It's crazy in a country where everything starts to spin it so well respected. Afterward Mom Helen will explain that if someone moves it may be amended (your money ended up in the pockets of the cop) or jailed and that during the presidential motorcades is worse, if you move here, they opened fire! In fact you might want to leave a weapon to assassinate the president ... But hey, if he deserves it!?!
Wednesday, I am addressing in the street by a cop who asks me to pay him a beer! I hesitate to ask if I have a choice, but not wanting to play too provocative, I just wonder if he has the right during the service. He replied that one or two it is (here is the Primus of 7.2 dl), as he insists, I explain that I'm a poor penniless student and then he asks me "tomorrow then" , maybe ... and finally it breaks. I knew if I was not too position to negotiate or if I risk retaliation but it went very quietly.
Other nice habit in public service, among teachers. Under the pretty name of "Handicrafts" children must bring a broom or other object they crafted themselves. But it is now regarded by teachers as a mode of payment so they ask their students to bring toilet paper, soap, detergent, body etc.. These are classes of fifty students, so imagine what it represents. Then they use as currency for barter or sell on the black market. (Luckily my mother is not paid by the Catholic school in boxes of soap!)
Then children who do not provide the requested material are punished or beaten. Parents do not have much choice. More "bad payers" get a bad grade in class 'handiwork' this beating down their GPA and their sometimes doubling their year. Ah lovely country!
Hey I would ever have to shower with ½ liter of bottled water. It's possible, yesterday there was no water!
Helvetic Confederation Democratic ... Now I know why we did not need to specify!
Some expressions Congolese An educator spoke of a young in his exams "He brilliantly successful" and there was no humor.
Otherwise the sign of a health benefits and announced proudly in the maternity section "desired births" I do not know how they recognize unwanted children!?
Yeah, I get a little criticism ... I think
Another small picture, this is David's nephew, mother Helen, who lives with us.
Voili voilo bye kiss and the next.
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