Two brothers from Ethiopia opened up this place selling camel’s milk. They brought their own camels, all the way from Ethiopia. I was interested, so I paid them a visit.

They happened to be milking the camels when I came in. It wasn’t what I expected. Nagasi wiped his brow and cried out, “Salana, oh my brother Salana, please, please take this bucket of milk, for it is a precious gift to us and our customers, so I bid you, I beg you, I beseech you, spill not a drop.”

Salana fell on his knees and beat his breast. He said, “Son of my mother, I will do that for you, Nagasi, as surely as the sun rises in the east, for it is of great importance that we spill not a drop of this blessed liquid.”

Nagasi replied, “Alas and alack, my kinsman, our days on this sweet earth are numbered, as surely as the pages of a book.” At this, they fell into each others’ arms weeping.

I was totally befuddled. I asked, “What on earth is going on?”

Salana got to his feet, casually brushed off his knees, and pointed to the stalls of camels. “Don’t you know? This is a drama dairy.”