And that's the man who runs the money. He was already going for my cigarettes when I called him. Afterwards he pulls out one of his banana's as that's all I eat for the whole day long till evening.
He tells me all the local news, all the accidents that happens at that traffic-light right in front of his shop and the gossip of the newspapers.
Those small pockets above him are a mix of spicies and replaces a bit the green betel-leave rolled with an assortment of digestive spices like Aniseed, Cloves, Arecanut, and Cardamom.
We joke a lot, tamaasj as they say in Tamil, the day before I told him he was looking ugly with his shaved head, cutting their hair to offer God their beauty ! Normally he has a nice moustache and soft curly hair.