Years ago, after a few steps into the building, I knew I was back in the United States again. It only took one or two steps into the airport for me to notice the new -- no, the old environment I was in again. This all happened when I returned home from Mali in Northwestern Africa. It is the oposite scene there. Not as technologically advanced, but that's irrelevant. The best difference is the people. They are so incredibly nice and happy (unlike the average American't). I can rest my case with this story.
So, Mali is what, where? No, it's nothing like America. The first morning there, I was given a sword! That morning, my parents and I are eating breakfast in this little courtyard at the hotel. A local comes up to our table, and inquires if we would like to buy any guns? Old school guns, dating back to the beginning of the last century, well, the begining of that century because it was December 29th, 1999. But that's not what I wanted. I had already thought about how it would be great to get an African sword there. But how? I can't. I won't.
Then WOW!!! Hell yeah, I got one! It was, no -- it is who knows how old, it's about a meter long and has a little curve in its blade, and comes in a nice red sheath.
We were even given another great gift. My sister introduced us to a little fanily she was friends with who gave us, for no real reason, a pair of chickens. I have never eaten a tastier chickem in my life, and don't think I will again. At least until I return.
For obvious reasons, I can easily say, well, type, that they are the best at sharing their wealth.
So, Mali is what, where? No, it's nothing like America. The first morning there, I was given a sword! That morning, my parents and I are eating breakfast in this little courtyard at the hotel. A local comes up to our table, and inquires if we would like to buy any guns? Old school guns, dating back to the beginning of the last century, well, the begining of that century because it was December 29th, 1999. But that's not what I wanted. I had already thought about how it would be great to get an African sword there. But how? I can't. I won't.
Then WOW!!! Hell yeah, I got one! It was, no -- it is who knows how old, it's about a meter long and has a little curve in its blade, and comes in a nice red sheath.
We were even given another great gift. My sister introduced us to a little fanily she was friends with who gave us, for no real reason, a pair of chickens. I have never eaten a tastier chickem in my life, and don't think I will again. At least until I return.
For obvious reasons, I can easily say, well, type, that they are the best at sharing their wealth.
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