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Now I walked through the Angban directly to Chinyang's house. His happiness that I had come in time for the feast was great and apparently genuine. Again and again he declared that "His heart had ached" at the thought that I would not be here to participate in their great genna. Now he was sitting by the fire together with some people of his clan drinking madhu and eating rice. Yesterday the women of the house had fetched wild banana stalks (the inner core of which is eaten) and jungle leaves, "lai-to". |
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This morning the oldest man of his clan, Wei-me, had killed a pig in Chinyang's house and the pieces were hanging ready to be divided. Little is left for the household itself. I too sit next to the fire (174) and I cannot avoid being served on large leaves, rice and the cooked pulp made of banana stalks [] and chillies. I eat some of it with great effort and I burn my fingers on the hot pulp. It also is terribly spicy. Only when a half-cooked piece of pig skin is offered I politely decline. |
