Now that I am looking at this picture again. I remember how I often hit my head on the straw of the roof upon entering my hut. The step goes up and the straw roof goes down very low. On the days that I was very tired, my head would brush up against the straw roof when I entered my hut.

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When I said that the people in my village were financially poor, I meant that the average yearly income for a Senegalese worker was about 300 USA dollars per year. They were at the same time the most generous people I have ever met. I could go anywhere in the country and people would see me and say, "Come here and eat with us." They were kind, intelligent, resourceful, and hardworking. It was a great privilege for me to work there.