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One gets some
interesting perspectives
about how people live in these small villages. Questions are also
raised. A woman carries the family laundry balanced on her head. She's
undoubtedly been to the local laundry place, maybe the lake or a
stream. The clothes were probably laid out to dry in the sun.
Now, she's on her way home with them. Some men in the yard of the house
are burning something. The woman has just walked through the smoke
plume; look closely for the grey smudge just behind her. The man in
ragged jeans and dingy tee shirt carries something wrapped in cloth.
What is it? A goat's leg? A part for as piece of machinery? The
question remains without an answer. Note the fence made of brush.
Does it keep things in or out? If so, what? Maybe the chickens,
goats or cows that wander around? Maybe it just marks the
boundary around someone's home. Villages are endlessly interesting and
we get only a glimpse as we drive through. |