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Just when I wanted to jump out of bed Nlamo came wrapped up in his blanket and advised me to seek refuge in the morung. Quickly I grabbed my camera, some small things and the lamp which had fallen to the ground and through rain and streams of water I ran to the morung. My cook was already sitting there and several Nagas had also been startled out of their rest. As much had remained out in the open in the tent I quickly pulled off my pyjama top, rolled up my trousers and thus ran back to the tent constantly slipping with my bare feet on the wet clay ground. There I threw everything into the joppas, took my waterproof and a pair of shoes, and ran back to the morung. (123) I put on the pyjama top again and the coat over it. This way I sat close to the fire and warmed in particular my cold and muddy feet. |
