..After a few busy days in the restaurant it was time to restock- for as far as that is possible hereabouts: there is a ‘Vietnamese Depot’ i.e. a barn like dark and dusty endeavor that sells whole sale, what? A whole lot of things- most of them use less, provided one can find them at all. But, yes, they do have beer and pretty decent coffee. While stocking up on those items, I also found a small pink rubber ball. I bought it for Iddy. She used to have one just like this. A while ago a depressingly new age Norwegian family- from Goteborg- came to the restaurant, their four year old brat being brought up in the ‘anti authoritative’ manner ( I thought that one went out with the arc… not so). The brat managed not surprisingly to annoy the shit out of my staff, me and a group of expats from pp, who had already suffered several days of this toddler’s unchecked tantrums at their guesthouse. Somehow the brat got a hold of Iddy’s ball and chewed it to piece while Iddy mournfully looked on. Everybody except the parents saws it, but none of us found it necessary to inform them that their off spring was dining on the probably very germ ridden chewy toy of my dog… the remains of the ball got carefully hidden amongst Iddy’s other treasures behind the jackfruit tree, but for playing it was useless by now. When I bounced the new ball in Iddy’s direction, she jumped up and after it. So did Elvis, who grabbed the ball, sniffed it and said:’ man you stupid, whaddaya want this for? Can’t even eat it’… Iddy, bowing to peer pressure promptly lost interest too.
When I hid ‘the ball behind the tree, in the hope to rekindle her interest, her latest treasures included:
Three wine corks, the head of a chicken that my neighbor sacrificed to the spirits in her garden, part of an umbrella spoke, a lighter, a pack of cigarettes and a flashlight… made me wonders: , what could she be possibly up to, behind that jack fruit tree???
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