There was snow this Sunday morning when I woke up in Southern Germany the first snow of the year. Bobson Kamara liked snow. He liked goat cheese too, and French dried sausage called saucisson, mussels, foie gras (a forced-fed goose liver pâté that several American states have banned and that many French consider as a national gastronomic treasure), artichokes, wine and Chinese food. Anything, really, that was part of the experience of a good and enjoyable life, he embraced it. He loved music, dance, food, going to a football game; he loved the smoking and he loved the drinking. In France, he transformed within a few months into a perfect Frenchman, smoking pipe, wearing a long, elegant...
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