weaver's fields

An old man wearing a white african hat carries his barefoot grandchild to a bench. They sit together for five minutes. Talking Somali. Then the old man seems bored. He carries the child away.

Another old man, wearing a blue anarok, calls out to an old woman. She has a bag of shopping. He says it has to be done. She pulls some wrapped meat out of the basket. A package of flesh and bone. She tells him she's going to make a lovely stew.