The Belt Seller

B ousso, 40, watches the people stream past his open booth in the Nippes market. Some stop to finger the leather belts.

How did he arrive in Germany?

"I just came like that," he answers.

By plane?

"No, by camel."

Bousso casts a tired, knowing look at the blond German woman standing next to him.

A few years ago, his house in Cologne burned down, Bousso says. His friend - Bousso motions to the blonde woman - let him and his wife and his two young children live in her house for three months.

"Some of my colleagues in Senegal wouldn't let me stay in their houses two or three days. There's good people and bad people everywhere."

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