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swept yard, low mud walls connecting the three huts, symbolic of deeply rooted bonds with family and earth. i was moved by the poverty around me, great scarcity, but neat, clean, sun-baked. vho-tambani coming to meet us vho-tambani, bent over a stick came shuffling towards us, reprimanding piet for not
women sit on the floor. i made myself quite comfortable on the reed mat next to tambani and took out my notebook, camera and tape recorder. inside the cool, dark hut the dire poverty was even more evident: a reed sleeping mat rolled up neatly, a folded blanket, a faded dress hanging on a nail, a broken...
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