Strange peering into passing windows. Sitting under a shade tree, listening without uncomprehending answers (number of marriages, children) delivered one-by-one with his warm smile upturned at the corners. When did they meet?
Instead mutely watch as the interviewer records his nationality, age, coca production, political vote and economic conditions. Unthinking translation into a language I understand.
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