The thing about the paths...to the busstop are the spits, Frederiko says its only this part of town, but my head dont get it, he says we are in downtown, and tells me in my aunt Nera place, things will get worse, spits gets more, so beta shut my big bird mouth and stop the pecking
Everyone pushes here, not like back in the village, seems like three days are gonna be long three days.........
The thought..... kills my insides, back at home we would be fetching water from the lake, and instaed of following Frederiko now I would be the one leading the whole pack, dangling the pot on my head, twisting my waist. and my hips hot in pursuit, tha is bak at the lakeside.....at the busstop its all qeue....long but we can also push to get thru first, Frederiko says I should jump in as soon as he hangs on the door....mmmmh all that energy he could hav used it on his Pa's boat!