As I was coming back from the local telephone shop, I met a group of smiling children. One little girl ran up and asked if I was a Christian. I said I was and she told me both she and her mother were too. They live in a little hovel on a little hill across the road from us. I have often waved to them. The rest of the family are buddhist. I had some gifts at the flat, so I gave each of them something and a lollie. They took me up the hill to visit the house. It had a sheet of iron the room, one little room for all the family, a dirt floor, one bed, a hammock for the little baby. Her 18 year old sister was squatting on the floor washing dishes. They graciously invited me in. There was a grandmother spinning some sort of red wool for carpets sitting outside further along who was not happy about my presence, so I exited, followed by a band of chatting children, like the Pied Piper. They saw me to our front gate. My power is about to go so I will send another blog later on this afternoon.
lRobyn
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