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The Great Neighborhood Run

(with his knowledge)

Yesterday, a friend of mine

"Aren't you participating in the Great Race?" He proposed to me.

"Jelus! At my age, there will be no great strides but great runs.”

"Leave it alone!" After comforting me, he asked me to buy him a shirt for one thousand birr. "Are we going to run without paying?" I'm not surprised. Considering our relationship, he sold it to me for nine hundred and ninety birr;

I woke up at twelve o'clock this morning; Realizing that I needed a light breakfast, I crumpled a plate, gave it a light clap and put a handful of it in my mouth.

I put on the shirt. I just have to! I got into my shorts. I wore shorts for the first time since I left Mankusa. When I stood in front of my dresser mirror and looked at my legs in my shorts, it looked like a fenced plant. I read for my withered leg as truth;

Tuta Bolale and I'm armed! It was revealed to me today that Bolale was created to hide the legs!

 When the runners of Addis Ababa arrived at the crossing point and started their return journey, I waited while drinking our cheese and coffee. Then I boarded a Lada and went to Urail; Then, when my guards were lined up in the square of the cross, I came out of my hiding place and joined like a tributary river;

As I ran a little Somsoma, I turned around and saw many security forces gathered on the left and right; Their faces look depressed. It seems that those who served him without using the tear gas thought that his time was over.

When I walked to the Cross Square, washed my eyes with salt, and received a medal, I remembered the following story;

In the old days, a boy and a shepherd used to work in the house of a rich master, tending three hundred cattle. At some point the master was pleased with his service and rewarded him with a calf. A shepherd saw this calf eating together with the cattle.

“Abush! Whose cattle are these?"

"They are mine and the masters'"

In short, this is what my and the runners' sweaty great race looked like;