Martin took me to the market in Kirundo - Roisin and Marjan (cuties) were coming over - so we could buy a goat for dinner. At the top of my list, however, was twine so I could hang Dina's sweet hammock. Everyone in the market stares and it's OK. But when he stared I stared back. I could feel no sensation but sweat and breeze. I don't even remember taking this picture.