Mr.Daley,
An elaborate table it is, on top...underneath is plywood held up by cinderblocks...
It was Thanksgiving...there was chicken, geese, dumplings by the dozens, fruit, nuts, cakes made the night before, pots of corn and ample amounts of headache wine and stir-fryed brandy...
Amazing how the people were hesitant, as if it wasn't for them...
The laborers, everybody that made it possible; they stood to the side for a long time, waiting for some college kid to sit down first...
It took one brave soul to sit down for the rest of them to follow...then smiles; chicken, dumplings, wine, and cake...
Pete, our translator, gave a small speech about the holiday of Thanksgiving...it was done well, everyone was listening while trying to keep their chewing to a hush.
We played Aretha Franklin till the cake was done, lit off fireworks in between tracks...danced a few times...and shared a toast in between a hundred smiles.
All was welcome,
All were thankful.