Sweeping....
All day it seams, the concreat gets sweept, the floor and most interestingly the dirt.
As i walk along i see women bent over withthere left hand on their back speeping with read brushes fasened with string.
The dirt is red-organge, and is being sweept of many layers of other red-organge dirt...

But in the mnarket, where i went today, the dirt seems to be layers deep of garbage, esspecialafter the heavy morning rain, the mud is deeper than mybirkinstocks... but the buslte and calls of obruni (white person) fill the air as we walk. Every one wants us to buyfrom them but some jsut want to be our friends and we stop to talk...we buy ornages from a woman withmany children and eat them by squezing them into our mouths through a little whole in the top... refreshing indeed



I start class on monday after a trip to the beach tommorw, i got my readingsd, there are a lot, but all are interesting.

PEACE and LOVE

ALEX