Mao's Mausoleum, a Capitalist venture at the heart of communism
July 11th 2005 I was let to sleep until I woke up with the sound of the birds chirping away in the garden. As soon as it was known I was awake, the butler brought me a large silver tray with steaming delicious coffee, fresh jams, bread, petit pains etc... I really like the French.
Another shower later, I go and meet Madame Guelluy in the garden. The ambassador is also there and I tell him about my plans for T
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