Today we picked up the furniture, loaded it in the back of the truck and brought 3 men home with us to put together the shelving in the garage. We had the owner of the furniture business, his son who can speak French, and another man to help. While they were loading he furniture in the truck, I passed out stickers to about a dozen little kids who had gathered to see the white people buy furniture. I sometimes feel like a walking circus, a spectacle, a freak. There is no going unnoticedOne young man said that it was very unusual to see white people in their neighborhood.
Our table
beds being put together
chair being varnished
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