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Der Spiegel In Kashgar, where the Silk Road begins I bought an apricot and saw a young Fidel Castro on a bike The woman who sold the fruit wore a red shawl over her shiny black hair knotted under her chin, a yellow silk silk dress do you see this man on a bike, I told to the woman who sold fruit by the road he is Fidel Castro of Cuba and is a very famous man except in the USA. Kashgar is the biggest outdoor market in the world Europe is puny, colorless and far away why was Fidel doing in Kashgar so far from Cuba. I tell you, he is looking for a tobacco dealer to supply him with Havana Cigars Langley is too close to Cuba A longer Silk Road is being built with pipelines and trains to Hamburg famous market of whores selling flesh from dimmed rosy lit rooms. If you want to buy a peach, you have to go to Kandahar, or make a movie. The man on the bike was a secular pope his enemy tried to murder him for sixty years.

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