20 October 2011

People are People

I was walking down a secondary street in Niamey, which of course is paved with brick red sand, and I passed an auto école, a driving school.  The school is a one-room office with nothing inside but a desk, chair, and old desk-top computer.

The room was completely empty, except for a gentleman sitting at the desk, facing the computer, with his hand on the mouse.

He was playing solitaire.

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