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head taking procession in Shiong marred by alien clothing |
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Slowly the group now started to move. A single man was dancing in front. The whole troop followed in rows of four or five. (103) But what a contrast to the people of Wakching. While there hardly a foreign piece of dress could be seen in the procession and dancers, here all kinds of rags of indefinable origin spoiled the entire picture. Even in the first row walked a boy in shorts and undershirt, and Ahon's son wore a greyish-blue jumper with long sleeves under his precious decorations. The solemn feeling also was not the same and when we came to a resting place all stopped and a lively discussion developed between Ahon and the young men, apparently concerning what was to be done next. |
