Richness starts with education

We got up Klaudio early in the morning. My mind was burned sometimes when we walked on the edge of Dongoli. On the way through the market I bought unleavened peanuts and felt like in India. Despite the Nile, he picked us up.

I started to stop at the Karima city, 150 km away. She was driving a lot of cars, but they all went around the corner. After a while, we came a guy. He proudly banged his chest with the words: I am a police officer, please pass. He was rather funny and dear, so there was no problem that made sense and showed.

We came to the center of Karima. It was still a terrible heat, so we headed straight to the river, where I had the desired bathing. The sun set and dried the warm breeze. Faji came from the nearby house. We spoke. He works in Saudi Arabia, wife with a child lives in Khartoum and comes to visit her sisters.

He invited us to the tea house. Faji looked smart and fair. We went into the yard and I felt like a bomb exploded. The house was very old and seemed to fall apart soon. Everywhere there were piles of clothes and crash. It was just worse than gypsies. I did not get into my head at all. Later I realized that they are not poor, but uneducated, which in their essence makes them angry.

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