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from 07.06.2007

"The soil here is sandy. Perfect." He shielded his eyes against the sun and pointed at the thick green fringe on the edge of his land. "Over there you have to fight the jungle every day. Weeds everywhere. But here, nothing will grow."
"Isn't that bad?"
"No, no." He smiled. "Nothing ...

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