Here in Macenta, we have a
regular flow of doorstep vendors who sell mainly foodstuffs - bananas, oranges,
lemons, bread, chickens, deer...There's Mama, who comes with her young son Jean
strapped to her back at least twice a week. We can make an order with her and
she'll bring it usually without any problems.
We live in a Christianised part
of the country where people happen to eat pork. Christmas is a busy time for
farmers that are killing pigs left, right and centre. This morning, after Mama
left, two chaps arrived with a wheelbarrow with its contents covered in banana
leaves. A quick reveal showed masses of pieces of fresh pink pork meat, £1.40 a
kilo, nice. One of the guys rummaged around with his bare hands, looking for
the bits Sarah had asked for. She bought one kilo (scales bought also) consisting of ribs with the fat cut
off. She proposed they’d wash their hands with soap and water before moving
onto the next client...
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