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Ronald kept looking at the water boiling the tea leaves. He then took the pot and poured it into the cups to serve everyone. They all ate and drank, happily talking among themselves while Ronald was in silence, thinking. Duza looked at him from time to time, regretting having drawn such a sensitive subject. He was the first to finish his tea, and without paying attention to what he was doing, he made on the ground two lines of six small holes, right in front of another set of two lines of six holes, creating a playing field of 24 holes. At the extremes of each field, he made one larger hole to work as a ‘bank’. He gathered a bunch of seeds from the ground and placed them in the holes, starting to play a ‘Mancala’ game against himself. Duza was looking in silence at what he was doing, but