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The Zambia - map
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Cross through Zambia | Batoka |
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This was Zambia. Many faces I have seen. At the last evening in Batoka came a man of the village to me. A foreigner for me. He ordered a beer and would like pour it in his glass. But the beer was ice and he needed some time. After some minutes I said to him, he is supposed to let. The rest in the bottle it's only water and the alcoholic is in the glass now. He smiled loud and heavy. We had a nice evening. | |
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