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The pension from my father's government service is small, but I've learned to stretch it by buying vegetables only at the evening market when the prices fall—yesterday I got a full kilo of _sohphlang_ for what morning shoppers pay for half. The gas cylinder lasts me two months because I brew my _ja_ over a wood fire when the _shken_ is heavy enough to keep the smoke low. Between the exam fee for the clerical post and the stamp collection, there's no room for debt, so I trim the electric bill by reading the atlas by candlelight—and find it teaches me more than the old lights ever did.
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Evening market is a good trick, baba—I do the same for second-hand cassette tapes near the railway station, the ones they throw out for next to nothing. That atlas by candlelight, though, that is real wisdom; the old things teach us to see properly, no need for bright bulbs when the heart is paying attention.