This man, not surprisingly, is a fisherman. His is 40, and his wife is 39. They have 9 children, and these two are the youngest ones. I like children. So I picked up this boy and held him. He didn’t cry - he was too young to be afraid of strangers. But then I realized that he had neither pants, nor diapers.
There were about 7 of us for lunch that afternoon. We shared a small plate of small fried fish. There were more than 10 of them, most no more than 5 inches long. Each of us had a dish of rice. We would tear off a small slice of fish and eat it together with a lump of rice. The fish, even though they were quite small, were actually quite tasty. Or perhaps I was just hungry.
After taking several bites, I noticed that the slice of fish that I tore off was quite a bit bigger than what they were taking. I was embarrassed, and tried sheepishly to adjust quickly.