One of the reasons I wanted to go up to Bishkek last week, apart from to visit the opera and art gallery, was to buy some food in a supermarket. When I was in Senegal one of the nicest projects we did was a breakfast project. Each week for three weeks the children made each other breakfast, one week Arabic, one week French, one week English. They were only little and they really enjoyed it. I knew that I could not do anything so grand here, but as we are starting food words I figured if I could buy something in Bishkek then perhaps we could try something. (Little chunks of my income goes on me buying things to try out the school) I also wanted to buy some food to make something for my birthday to ask everyone to try a sort of English food. So I bought rice, bread, cheese and butter and stored them at the Ashu. Because I was ill, the food project has been put back.
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| Breakfast Project Senegal. |
Last night of course the family arrived in a flurry, the mistress of the house has been away in America and more recently Vietnam so of course she wanted a good old clear our. I pointed out several times the plastic bag in the fridge and that is was for Bilimkana. I pointed out the stuff on my shelf and that it was my food. So of course what have I just found, yes the cheese eaten and the rice gone. What was I saying about the good things about living here. They poor things also have to tolerate this complete stranger in their midst, and are very gracious about it, but especially as now when everyone in the family is here and me, they must really wish they could just have their place to themselves so a two way street, but now I do not know how to store the food or what to do for my birthday. Huff puff etc.
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