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You continue wringing out the shirt in your hand, your eyes cast down. After a moment you look up, look into his eyes, and raise your eyebrows apologetically. Then you raise your hand to your throat, pat your larynx, and shake your head sadly to indicate that you have no ability to communicate with him.

“Amin n'rangwa edanea.” The man seems to say to himself. He then points to the city over the hill, speaking slower and more loudly, “I-lar-nek.” He then pats his chest, “Lait-ai-no; amin Bokrug tualle. Iire lye auta, Dinaer?” He makes a walking motion with his fingers, and follows it with an open handed gesture toward the ground. “Manka lle merna, esta sinome.”

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