The next morning it was drizzling. We ought to leave, but given the time, the difficulty of the course and the sympathy of the entire clan and Rakoto, we decided to stay another night. It was still morning soon when I heard for the first time: it was an auctioneer! Yes, he, in fairy tales that always makes his entrance with a loud "Hear ! Hear !!!". Sakaivo appears that, as in medieval villages, the news spread in the public interest as well, with this figure rising up the hill to the town center and starts to scream, so that his screams reach all the inhabitants. I listen to try to understand what he was saying. And I can make out the words: " Vazaha " ... "Teny Gasy Mahay " ... But ... we're talking about! And what will it be? I am going to ask Rakoto Enlightenment. He, who greets me with his usual smile, tells me that morning that one of his younger grandchildren have lost money (15,000 Ar, a tidy sum) in the central square of the village. He tells me that someone found them, a girl, but no one knows who he is, nor did she know where to return them. Then the auctioneer was given the task of persuading her. And as a bogey - and here we come in! - You have been warned loudly that it is best that you resolve to do it quickly, because there are vazaha country, which also speak Malagasy, and have a technological tool (a lie?) Can detect liars and criminals. Rakoto did not have time to finish telling the story, that the girl's mother comes to return the money.
So here we are: we have indirectly participated in the completion of a good deed! And we also had first hand experience that the threat of the white man (like the one black man from us!) Continues to run, alas!
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