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Published: August 24th 2006
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The ceiling was black; or was it white? Or did it actually change colour depending on the time of the day?
That was all that I could grasp as I lay in bed with Miss Malaria, munching medicines.
In the hallway outside my room - high-heeled prostitutes “clicketi-clacketed” back and forth with their new and old customers - and outside our questionable hotel - unenthusiastic independence-day cel...
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