I must have arrived in the capital the day before a festival. They were building platforms in the squares, hanging up flags, ribbons, palm fronds. There was hammering everywhere. ‘The national festival?’ I asked the man behind the bar. He pointed to the row of portraits behind him. ‘Our heads of state,’ he said. ‘It’s the festival of the heads of state, t…
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3 years ago · 1 like · Tomasz Goetel
