Attention again, my fine congregation of faithful sinners: More exotic adventures are to come. This time you will see some real wildlife and a few impressions of indigenous villages.
That's how I am. At least when I'm so delighted. But you... are you the one who's counting the good you did and how much you get in return... that I didn't know... I'm off to hide myself in my dark closet now being deeply embarrassed. *wines*
I am your preacherman, my child. Come ot of that closet, nothing good comes of those things - people are barbecued in there... Behold, I count nothing apart from the money in my bank. I see you are not used to our ways in Barchester. Come to confession at midnight - and bring a friend. You will understand then, harrharr.
Wow! Interesting that some actually wanted to be in a photo. My husband once went to Mexico (before I met him) and he was told not to take any pictures of village people because they thought that with a camera you can captivate their souls.
Obadiah, I've recently moved to Barchester and great-auntie Golda Diamond has died...
Well, our guide told us that the "soul" thing is just a myth. They know their souls cannot be captivated by that machine but that like everybody they do not like to be photrographed by strangers. Just imagine a Mexican tourist taking photos of you during your work without asking. It is not a comfortable situation. The indigenous people in the picture belong to those who make money with tourism. THey even wanted us to come home with them to see their houses. (which we did not do)
Your auntie? Tehehe. I guess you need some comfort, my poor child. Shall we walk the sweet path to heaven hand in hand one day? Yes, pirateship, yes I cannot deny that I adore you.
I'd love to have some Mexican tourists in the classroom..., already had an American tourist, sorry, teaching assistant. (This year's assistant is really good and reliable, too, so nothing against the PAD - I once was a "German assistant", myself - and so were you, I guess, weren't you?)
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Thank you so much for the lesson. Gimme mo'
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But you... are you the one who's counting the good you did and how much you get in return... that I didn't know... I'm off to hide myself in my dark closet now being deeply embarrassed. *wines*
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Behold, I count nothing apart from the money in my bank. I see you are not used to our ways in Barchester. Come to confession at midnight - and bring a friend. You will understand then, harrharr.
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Obadiah, I've recently moved to Barchester and great-auntie Golda Diamond has died...
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The indigenous people in the picture belong to those who make money with tourism. THey even wanted us to come home with them to see their houses. (which we did not do)
Your auntie? Tehehe. I guess you need some comfort, my poor child. Shall we walk the sweet path to heaven hand in hand one day? Yes, pirateship, yes I cannot deny that I adore you.
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Slaves again...
I'd love to have some Mexican tourists in the classroom..., already had an American tourist, sorry, teaching assistant. (This year's assistant is really good and reliable, too, so nothing against the PAD - I once was a "German assistant", myself - and so were you, I guess, weren't you?)
*SLAP* (Oooooops!)
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OUCH! Sweet woman, how can you be so cruel? *lies on the floor with spread legs, looking like a complete idiot*
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