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You cross the Sino-Nepalese border, and enter a vast museum - the land of Tibet. You observe the exhibited world from behind the window glass of the bus, but only the part that is deemed as “worthy” by the organises, i.e. the part that does not undermine the prestige the Director.
Sometimes the looking glass disappears and the visitor can touch what he sees. But it is always the same for everybody.
Dead things belong to the ...
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