This dark photograph is of dinner. We eat it in the living room (the only communal room) where it is served in huge saucepans, on the coffee table. You take it in turns to help yourself, once the last person has taken what they want. Tonight we started with a bowl of dark green soup, which Serj (whom I met tonight for the first time) informed me was 'an aperitif sauce'. He tried to tell me the ingredients but I find it very difficult to understand him, and he only knew the plants in Latin. The rest of dinner was a tray of sliced onion, carrot and tomato (salad*), something green, smoky, mushy, and quite nice, rice, fluffy potatoes, pork (or similar) in a tomato sauce, and green beans with carrots.
I ate with Albert, Ernest (Albert's cousin), Serj (I think he is also Albert's cousin), a boy in a white vest, and somebody.
There was a lizard in the corner of the room just like on the first night. He sat above the TV watching us.
*I was told to be careful of eating salad and raw veg without washing it myself in bottled water, but I didn't want to be rude and I was craving salad, so I had a small amount. It's too late now, but perhaps if I have a little bit here and there my body will become a immune to anything that I could catch.
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