A few days ago, I woke up and got out of my rack. The bathrooms were unusually dirty... hmm.. Oh well. Later, I walked to get some breakfast. The dirt road was completely empty from the usual hustle of laborers driving to and from work. I went to the laundry services hut and there was a burdonsome line backed out the door of people waiting to pickup or dropoff their laundry. Wow. So this is what a day without a Djiboutian is like.
They came back yesterday and services went back to normal again. Was this a dream?
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