And he gave me a mirror and a comb.
"I do not want a mirror, I do not want a comb. Please take my photograph. I am going to Minta this afternoon. And I am in hurry." I said.
"Yes," he said. "But first the price. The is the best camera in the Darpur and I am the best photographer. Three photographs will cost you two pounds fifty."
"Two pounds fifty?" And I laughed.
"Two pounds fifty and pay me now please." The photographer answered.
What could I do? I did not know the price of the photographs.
The the photographer said, "You are an old man, for you ,the price is two pounds."
So I gave him the money and he took the photographs.
"Come back tomorrow morning," he said.
"I want my three photographs now, immediately." I said.
"Do not be stupid," The photographer said, "Photographs take twenty four hours. Come back tomorrow."
What could I do? So I said, "Yes, Tomorrow morning."
"Good," said the photographer, "Now go, I have a lot of work, I am very busy."
I went back to bus station. I sat on the bus for three hours.
I walked ten miles back to my village.
It was night time and I was tired.
Marth and my friends were waiting for me.
"Where is the money?" Martha asked.
"I have no money, I can not change the money order. First I must have an identity Card." And I told Marth everything.
"Tomorrow I am going to Darpur again." I said.
Then I did not talk again.
I was very tired and it was late at night.
I lay on my bed and I slept.