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Manuel went with Stefan to film the mechanics and local recycling metalworkers. There are not so many in Mopti.
I went with Igor to take care of the trash in the streets, but this time I felt a bit sick. Mopti is on islands between the rivers Niger and Bani, who meet there. Around the city there are huge swamps. The city itself is quite touristic and clean, only a few broken ceramic vessels, but as soon as you leave the main streets, you find mountains of trash along the riverbanks and in the swamps. Children are playing there, men build their pirogues, women are cooking and everybody tells us not to take the trash, it is not healthy. Again we found a lot of playing cards, the rest was quite nasty (dead fish, animal skins, plastic…)
On the bridge to the mosque an older woman was sitting between assorted plastic and glass bottles, obviously to sell. She did not want me to take a photograph, so I bought one of the bottles for 100 CFA (approx. 15,- cent) – another dividend for one of our lucky shareholders. The woman smiled satisfied.
Around 4 p.m. we left Mopti to head for the Dogon country. At 6:30 p.m. – oops, we found out, it really is Christmas Eve. We kept driving into the sunset, and arrived at Djeme´s relatives when it got dark. They welcomed us warmly, and we were sitting in front of the house eating with the men, while the 3 wives stayed in the courtyard.