Recently our regular guard went to Ethiopia to see his family. He told us he will be gone for a month. He arranged a replacement for us while he is gone. He’s the guy crouching, leaning on the pole on the left.
These guys have their own culture. They all live outside, and sleep under the stars every night. They like to congregate together crouching down in the catcher’s position to discuss everyone’s comings and goings in the neighborhood. They way they crouch look to me like they are birds sitting on a telephone wire.
We don’t speak any common language with him. Tonight I questioned him about a problem with our water tank and had to first ask our Arab neighbor in English who then asked another guard in Arabic who then asked our guard in some strange Ethiopian language.
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