“Hey missy, what’s your name?” This, from a boy of maybe seven years old. I was walking past the American Embassy, returning from a lunch meeting at the Crystal Ocean View Hotel. He was carrying a very big jug of water.
“My name’s Amanda, what’s yours?”
“Me? My name’s Bochalo [at least that’s what I heard, I could be wrong]. I like your form, missy.”
“You’re too little to like my form.” How else do you respond to a seven year old?
“I could be good for you missy.”
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Amanda ~ This is my favorite of your postings yet. I enjoyed the insight to daily life -- beyond the macro issues of the country. Thanks!
Claudia
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