It was a day where I went to see the shaman.
This one was in consultation. I sat a little apart, everyone was waiting in turn, the consultations were public.
The one before me takes out of his pocket a fabric in which something is wrapped. The shaman takes it and discovers its content.
It takes a while for me to see, and understand what it’s all about. In fact, it’s Sophal who will tell me what it is because I can’t see it.
