Tomorrow I'll Be Twenty

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In this country, a boss should always be bald and have a big belly. My uncle isn’t bald, he hasn’t got a big belly, and you don’t realise, the first time you see him, that he’s the actual boss of a big office in the centre of town. He’s an ‘administrative and financial director’. Maman Pauline says an administrative and financial director is someone who keeps all the company’s money for himself and says: ‘I’ll hire you, I won’t hire you, and I’m sending you back to where you came from.’

Uncle René works at the CFAO, the only company in Pointe-Noire that sells cars. He has a telephone and a television in his house. Maman Pauline thinks things like that cost too much for what they are, there’s no point having them because people lived better lives without. Why put a telephone in your own home when you can go and make a call from the post office in the Grand Marché? Why have television when you can listen to the news on the radio? And anyway, the Lebanese down at the Grand Marché sell radios, you can beat them down on the price. You can also pay in instalments if you’re a civil servant or an administrative and financial director, like my uncle.

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