but first of all, he said in English, first we have to smoke. The joint made the rounds, he took out his guitar, Eric, as my American friend was called, took out his, and I was given a bucket to use as drums. It was a very ordinary bucket, red with a white handle, I turned it upside down, put it between my legs and started tapping and thumping on the bucket while the other two picked out a bluesy tune on their guitars and the baby screamed its lungs out next door. Gunvor laughed so much she cried when I told her.
