Report, if you have a problem with this page“ Often, then, the stories came pouring out, and often they were set before us slowly and quietly like tea. These slow stories were told with understatement that made my eyes and voice fill as I translated; for when people seem to have no emotion remaining for such stories, your own heart must supply it. ”
Daoud Hari
From : The Translator: A Tribesman's Memoir of Darfur
