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This was the reception sign for that city on the Ugandan border for us
And I really did not see a wonderful welcome beyond all description
But I wonder on the return trip, why do I find the hairpin for my wife, which bears the first letter of her name?
And some of her hair is in my favorite dish, beef head!
Suddenly the waiter came through the train door, sweating, and lifted the plate in front of me
And he says / sorry, this dish came by mistake.
I swear I didn't like the dish anyway but did you see my wife I woke up without her?
The waiter smiles obscurely/She's at the end of the train. Let me send you to her quickly.
That yellow smile that revealed sharp, shiny white teeth was nothing reassuring
But maybe all of this is just a hallucination from the trouble of heat and travel... Maybe I should go with him to my wife right away, because she can't stand to wait alone for long, right?