I shouldn't have come to watch. My presence seemed to be disrupting the classes.
I tried to discourage them as I went on my way, but the spectators still followed behind me.
...Their numbers seem to be growing.
Somehow, it feels like 80-90% of the village population is following me.
Unable to shake them off, I continued with the crowd following me, and picked out the parliamentarian elected from this village to ask him:
"Excuse me, Mr. Pastor? Which direction is the phosphate open-pit mine that was being excavated last time?"
The Spanish man looked relatively calm even when seeing me. He spoke to me with a somewhat apologetic expression:
"Did you come all the way here looking for the phosphate mine?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Ah. I can guide you there. But before that..."
"Before that?"
When I questioned him, the Spanish parliamentarian named Pastor scratched the back of his head awkwardly and said:
"Could you baptize the newborns in the village?"
...Baptism?
Me?
