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Chiaka's voice:

When I arrived, I was naked. At the first sale, I was sold with three others, all from the same hamlet. Ztimi was my age. I was so sad. She made a little flute from a reed that she found when we were chained together just before the final separation. I was so sad and confused. I was so sad and confused. I was so sad and confused.

Sisi: The packets I don't know how to make them and why.

Chiaka: Listen to me ...what you saw was real it was you and and yes it is not you--always much younger than you really are. How long have you played this game, since maybe 23? A good number. Anyway, you are not there you have moved on. They are looking at you but they do not know that you are looking at them. What do you see? When they look at you what do you see?

Sisi: Both my mother's grandmother and father's mother are fire--red. My great-grandmother's skin is black, my grandmother's skin is reddish brown.

Inner thoughts regarding the spiritual exchange. The place where you back up and move forward at the same time. What is it called?