Our small scandal, which he is explaining to me on the phone at my own cost, while my cigarette has long ago been smoked and the sky is already beginning to get dark and actually all I wanted to do was to walk over this lawn, will be yet another reason why here in Nairobi everything is always so terribly disorganized. And why it will be necessary in the final report to once again, with a sigh, draw attention to the terrible conditions in this country, which make it impossible to work here. Actually, on the phone, he isn’t particularly diplomatic in any way, rather highly offensive, and because I said, I remember exactly, that I couldn’t decide that, instead of, and this I could very well have actually done, still deciding it, since when he isn’t there I’m the one who decides things like that, and then he should be here instead of jetting through the national parks, now I’m also getting upset. This small raving voice that’s costing me so much money. No, he doesn’t have the right to do this, and he’s simply not right, either.