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Journalism's Finest Hour

A classmate and I set out with a video camera today to the local market today to interview some of the natives as a part of a project we are working on. I had a great chance to bust out my Swedish, but instead my Swedish seemed a little busted. Usually the subject could speak english so it was OK, and even if they couldn't, we were filming the answer, so we can have it translated later, but one lady couldn't speak english, and didn't want us to film. I think she was giving us some really good material, at one point she got really animated and a little emotional looking. I kept pretending like I was taking notes in my note-pad, but unfortunately, I don't have a clue what she told us.

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I love the pics (unrelated i presume?) and the story. Reminds me of all the debaucling that went on when I visited France.

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