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On an amusing note, I was just emailing back and forth over the last hour with a friend who is on his Blackberry in the Congo right now.
I asked him to say hi to some friends for me, and then he returned the favour for an older couple (Papa & Mama Mwamba – He is a chemist with Geka Mines & she runs a clinic) I had shared supper with them while I was there a couple of years ago.
The recollection of this couple reminded me of a funny story when I was in the DRC at the aforementioned supper with a colleague Marc Myburg. At the end of our time, Papa Mwamba gave Marc an artistic ‘conversation piece’ from his time at the Copper Mine, in essence a deadly piece of jagged heavy copper ore. Once we got to the airport, we ran the customary quadruple check security/request line. Sent a runner to about 6 different places in and around the airport to find certain bureaucrats in small rooms, affixed signatures and stamps to passport and papers. Then we sailed smoothly through airline security with our carry-on, the heavy jagged copper club in hand. Nobody blinked an eye. Safety first!
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