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Ships of Poverty

Ships of Poverty Going through the Suez Canal in the fifties was fraught every porthole and doors had to be locked or we were robbed. The ship swarmed with carpet sellers, thieves and people selling dubious alcohol and *********** that even looked old fashioned and they were not shy touching up a young sailor. And for us who had no education we thought this was Egypt a country of robbers and shameless perverts. The Red Sea, Persian Gulf another nightmare on ships that had no air condition. We slept on deck to catch the cooling morning breeze. Our suffering made ship owners very rich.

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