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This is for all the assholes who commented on my last post about sentimental bullshit...this is real and I hope it makes you sick in your mouth as well as in your bowels!
Here and there, the tapping of hammers could be heard - not the sounds of reconstruction but of coffin makers.
The body of Inatany Angelina Hulu, 33, lay on a table at the side of the road Wednesday afternoon in front of the small house where she and her husband had run a snack shop.
Around it, mourners wore masks or held handkerchiefs to their faces as her husband, Haogombowo Hulu, 39, stood and stroked her forehead. Their daughter Tanti Angelina, 10, stood beside him, a green surgical mask across her mouth and nose.
"I am sorry I could not invite you all into my house," Mr. Haogombowo told his visitors, "but my house is ruined."
Seizing her by the legs and back and shoulders, a group of men heaved and struggled as they put the body of his wife into a roughly made wood coffin. As they did so, the sounds of weeping rose, and the voice of a child could be heard crying out: "Mama! Mama!"
Mr. Haogombowo threw back his head and began to keen, a high-pitched wail like that of a child, as if this were his own mother who had died.
Clutching his two smallest children, aged 2 and 5, in his arms, he buried his head between them and said: "You don't have your mother any more. So don't call her again, and don't be naughty."
Then someone closed the coffin where his wife's body lay, and the familiar sound of hammering resumed.
Here and there, the tapping of hammers could be heard - not the sounds of reconstruction but of coffin makers.
The body of Inatany Angelina Hulu, 33, lay on a table at the side of the road Wednesday afternoon in front of the small house where she and her husband had run a snack shop.
Around it, mourners wore masks or held handkerchiefs to their faces as her husband, Haogombowo Hulu, 39, stood and stroked her forehead. Their daughter Tanti Angelina, 10, stood beside him, a green surgical mask across her mouth and nose.
"I am sorry I could not invite you all into my house," Mr. Haogombowo told his visitors, "but my house is ruined."
Seizing her by the legs and back and shoulders, a group of men heaved and struggled as they put the body of his wife into a roughly made wood coffin. As they did so, the sounds of weeping rose, and the voice of a child could be heard crying out: "Mama! Mama!"
Mr. Haogombowo threw back his head and began to keen, a high-pitched wail like that of a child, as if this were his own mother who had died.
Clutching his two smallest children, aged 2 and 5, in his arms, he buried his head between them and said: "You don't have your mother any more. So don't call her again, and don't be naughty."
Then someone closed the coffin where his wife's body lay, and the familiar sound of hammering resumed.