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#8 the last twenty minutes

we were in the shah house, or the house that is the shah house once every eight days. a pig that is fattened mostly on grass will have a reasonable amount of fat, but one that is fattened on leftover rice and soup will become intolerably fat. you test by grabbing a fistful of its flesh. a piece cut from the flank of a grass-fattened pig should have about one inch of meat, one inch of fat, and the skin. we ate some pieces of such a pig and i even felt so brash,
"sista ge, add me kwinja"
my sources within the shah house informed me that an optimist could easily catch a car. a car passed and he ran out of the house and yelled dschang after it. i realised i didn't have my luggage so i collected it and left it outside of fwefoolezhang's shop so an irresponsible child could delay a car while i settled my accounts and ran down to the road. not ten minutes later we heard a hilux engine and yelled dschang after it. all happened as planned and i managed to settle, in about 25 seconds, the issues of whether a foreign passenger such as myself would increase the pots-de-vin and pourboires expected of the driver, what to do with my students' report cards, and whether or not my electricity bill, madame shah and saddam hussein would be paid.