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Afrikaanse Veltassistant (EN)
The repetitive ringing of the phone wakes me up. It is 4 a.m. Reluctantly I abandon the warmth of the blankets and sit on the edge of the bed. A faint reflection of white light casts itself on the floor from the window set beside the bunk, and throwing my gaze out of it I glimpse the full moon in all its majesty typical of the southern hemisphere. I shed my pajamas and put on beige cargo pants, black boots covered at the neck by orange gaiters, a brown shirt, a gray sweater, a field vest, a black jacket, and a black woolen hat over which I wear a large LED headlamp. While Taylor is still under his 6 blankets and the fan he turns on to cool his face is working idly, and while from Frank's sleeping bag come subdued insults in French against that infernal fan that keeps him awake all night,


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