holes and tyres
this morning when i went to the car i found out there was a hole in a tyre. so i decided to change the tyre (but there were no other solutions). at the beginning it was a bit difficult but after a while i understood how it works, and now tyres have no secrets for me. then i went to the garage to repair the tyre with the hole, and i met a friendly italian soeur who was there for the same reason. we talked a bit, and she told me she has been here for 15 years. but in this part of africa it's not rare to meet italian missionaries who have been year for 20 or 30 years (and who feel burundaises more than italians).


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