About the book: 1980 / From Maran-bier I was traveling in an inferior bus, filled, as local custom is, not only with passengers, but also with such living creatures as chickens , geese and still unfamiliar to me very beautiful birds in cages. And right there a large, lush sheep appeared, occasionally bleating, probably complaining about the unbearable stuffiness. The passengers talked incessantly in the local dialect, peppering it with either English or French phrases. And most often I caught the word “monganga”, which means “doctor” in the local language"...