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| My host brother & sister |
Today, I painted my host sister’s fingernails bright Barbie
doll pink, while explaining to her what a firefighter is. They don’t have them
here. If a house catches fire, it is a community bucket brigade from all the
surrounding wells. When she saw a picture of a police officer- she was flipping
through one of my magazines while I was painting her nails- she said in a
mixture of French and Susu, “Oh police, they stop your car and demand money.”
Here, they really don’t have the local heroes rep that they get in the states.
She has come a long way from a few months ago, asking me if a picture of
balloons was of papayas, but she still won’t believe that everyone in my
magazines is not a family member or friend. Why else would I have their
pictures?
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