heaven's gonna burn your eyes

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after crossing the hanging bridge fashioned of rebar and rotting blanks haunted by djinns that don't bother foreigners, so everyone gathered at mandela under the pretext of having nothing to do in town but pay their SONEL bills and the guy hadn't shown up yet informed me, i drank some peeled oranges, bought pasta and went to mandela (i was recognized by one of my villageois and called over) to strike up a conversation with a frenchman (francophone camerounais) about immigration in my country vs. that of france, my words weighing in all the more as a presumed italian medical doctor. i have dome to town to deliver some letters to various government offices, and felt justified for having stayed at mandela until after the offices were closed since a representative from each office was present at the bar, so named because the owner opened it after getting out of prison on a political charge; this in the era of military coups. and it was the same way that i found the chef of the alou gendarmerie at paul's bar back in the village, saving me another trip to a government office, this one would have required a trip to alou- there was a large public ceremony to welcome the principal of the new technical school that disturbed my sclerotic and worried ratiocinations lying on the couch still wondering why i hadn't yet accepted that i'd have to wash my clothes in the stream like everyone else not for hard work but the petroleum crisis, man; somehow i tied petroleum crisis to getting laundry soap in the stream. so they had sent a delegation from alou for security or something and thus i was caught in the middle.