Komba was now 17. He hadn't changed, still so nice. After telling me that he had found a mysterious diamond in an African jungle, he told me that he had sold it for millions of dollars; 4 million. He told me he didn't know what to do with all that money and especially at that age! So I advised him to keep some of it for himself, for his studies and when he is 18 years old, he can buy a house and a nice car. But he retorted that he didn't want to keep everything to himself. So we made a bet: when we came of age, set up an association that would help homeless people by buying the old hospital in the neighboring town. He accepted and that's how a great story of friendship and solidarity began.
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