We visited a small village in Zambia. They had a market where they sold crafts that they made. They only accepted crisp American dollars, which we brought along. I had met a young man named "Peter" and we walked the village together. Nice young man. When we got to the market I bought one of his bowls. It means a good deal to me. He wanted very little for it, but I paid double as it was well worth it. He was being enrolled in a trade school and upwardly mobile. I wish him well.
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