We visited a village and had a meeting in which we encouraged the local inhabitants.
Eating in the village – the villagers were poor, so for taste they substitute spice for the too-expensive meat. Tears were running down my cheeks, my face was beet red, and I was sweating profusely as I ate. This was all after Sam had told them to make it less spicy than normal and after we made our rice only a slight pink color from the curry.

The villagers asked us to name this baby! So we did–they wanted a Hebrew name, so we named it Moses.










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