Today was the day when the grannies get their pension. They set up shop right outside my house, and it was the site of a little capitalist scrum where people were selling popsicles, peanuts and booze. At least that government handout is going somewhere.
My host mother was roasting those peanuts this morning; I trust she had a good take. The head of department tried to convince me that my mother was putting something called "come again" on the little bags of peanuts. They were pretty delicious.