There is only one car at the taxi rank, the driver is remarkably friendly – and you want to know where to sit: Do I have to sit in the back or can I get in the front?
It is dark, there is only one taxi, the driver gets out and shakes your hand, and his hands are as light as a feather (Do I have). He hands you a cloth to sit on, you sit in the back drinking tea with insects in it (to sit in), then come bread rolls from the baker (the back). Up front you see an organ keyboard with a pot on it, an egg on top of the pot and a drink beside it (or can I get), and you ask whether – dressed up as an Indian – you may sit in the chair right at the front (in the front).