Monkey street18

On one street, three or four boys and two or three girls are real monkeys. Each time they see me running, they stand up. They don’t cheer me; they boo: “Boo, Guru!” That kind of thing they do! They are bad people, bad people. I pray to God, when I come back, that I don’t see them, and God listens to my prayer. When I come back, I don’t see them.

RB 202. 18 August 1980