I leave the house and I see about twenty men sitting on a mat (mat) in front of the house of our neighbor. I come in and ask my neighbor concession what happens. She replies that the neighbor's son died. The men pray in front of the house while women pray inside the dealership. I wonder what I should and my neighbor brings me offer my sympathies to women. The duration of the prayers is 7 days but I still do not know what they do with the body. While customs are different, the grief and pain, however, living with the same sadness and depth.
In another vein, I take the bus to do animation. I booked my ticket the day before to guarantee me the best place. I had the No. 1 and I have to mount the first. A young passes me and puts his bag on the front seat of the bus. I take her bag and puts it back. He is not happy and wants to keep that up. I do not give up and keep my place. Another volunteer told me that women should not sit in front and is the place of men, women are completely backwards. My side yan but dominate the habits and customs.
We ended up going to see our hyppotames Maga. We saw them from afar, but the ride on the lake was very pretty and interesting, and many small islands, isolated houses, oxen, horses grazing, a magical setting for this fine Sunday morning, a sky blue, bright sunshine and warmth at 8 h am. It seems that the mercury is rising to 47 degrees this week.
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