I went out with my camera again this afternoon and took some pictures near my house. This is one of the few that weren’t blurry.
I come back home to find my landlord, along with half the neighbors, chopping up pig parts in the basement. They all look at me. I freeze for a second as the language barrier kicks in, then I remember to say “Dan“, which they answer equally shyly. I give my landlord the rent and he takes it in his big hard palm, stained with pig-part grease, and says “Thank you,” in English.