The bestseller by Isak Dinesen was first published in 1938. Born in Denmark, she died in 1962. The Native Hospital of Nairobi lies on the hill just before you drive down into the town. It was dark andseemed peaceful. We had to wake them up. We got hold of an old Goan doctor, who appeared in a queer sort of negligee. He was a big fat man of a very placid manner, and had a strange way of making thesame gesture first with one hand and then with the other. I helped to lift Wamai out of the car, but when we brought him into the hospital he was dead. The old Goan kept waving his hand at him, saying " he is dead."And then again at Wanyangerri, saying : " he is alive." I never saw this old man again. I thought his manner was annoying, but afterwards I felt that Fate had met us at the threshold, dealing out Life and Death impartially. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A member suggested I supply you with ' interesting stuff ' so here goes : I was in Saigon recently when I encountered a Lao named Lolo. He owned a mutt named HoChi and the curr had a civet cat in his jaws whichhe proceeded to crunch on. Not a fun sight, but then I do not disseminate history, only melancholy musings.
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