I live and work in Africa, in Sierra Leone. There are not so many white here, but our, as always, stand out.
Today in the parking lot, we sit with our partner in the car, he has an open window. And, as always, healthy and ill-hearted beggars begin to rise up and start to quote:
Friend, good friend, may friend.
The partner in the window in Russian, breaking by slogans:
Go to Fuck!
A Negro with an offended child's face half-questionably-half-affirmatively gives:
Rashn
It is quiet at sunset.)