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the paper that asks for money is submitted. if they give us the money, then there will be a floor, windows, and doors next school year. i don't think any of those things will reduce the amount of disturbing, though. i dreamed i was driving a car and i needed to take the skin off of it. i went into a small boutique in bafoussam's marché and explained the situtation to them. they were sellers of matchbox toy cars which seemed useful for my transportation needs. i was offered a military personnel carrier but i thought it would be trouble parking it. they didn't have any with removable skin, like the nokia phones.
they say that trichinosis is only a problem if the pork isn't properly prepared. but a pig that is raised hygienically can have its flesh eaten raw or rare without a serious risk of disease. i ate some roasted pig fat off of a tree branch dusted with dried habanero and salt. then i ate another piece, that had some meat. we had heard the talking drums and then i connected two and two that was why so many people were crowding around the palace. my friend went into the palace grounds he thought he saw someone carrying his sister's baby inside there. he came back 30 minutes later after nkemasong had taken his seat with a sharpened stick and several cuts of meat, and a story about how the butcher had to sell it cheap at the end of the day the pig was already 10 hours dead and he knew one of the fon's wives to hook him up with the fire and spices. i made some beans but fell asleep. they were burned, very burned when i woke up a bit after midnight. then i had a dream my phone was flashing silently with some french word that i now forget and my fingers didn't obey me they tricked the phone into some security feature that was going to lock it if it kept entering the wrong password, but i was asleep and the manual with the code was out of reach. a cicada like chirp in the ceiling was supposed to be the phone, and i knew it wasn't the phone, but i was frozen. i listened until it was the dripping water.
in bafoussam there is a basketball court where teenagers gather in the mornings to play pickup games. it feels very comforting since everyone wears counterfeit american jerseys and shoes, the hoops have no nets, some people just come to watch, the guy who owns the ball is always the last to leave, they can usually manage to have snoop dogg playing and a couple of characters with baggy pants backpacks and hats with the bill pulled down far. the marché A gare has some very good fried pork with plantains, and a shack of plywood painted blue with benches and guys behind kerosene stoves mixing up sweet salads with condensed milk and spaghetti omelettes.