Boredom, boredom, boredom. But what's to be done about it? My business keeps me here. For a change, the other day I decided to sample the local culture by taking a trolleybus. I was immediately struck by how much it stank. Was it the people or the bus? I couldn't quite say, though I stood there keenly sniffing the air for several minutes. Then the conductor came up to me, some old woman who looked she lacked just about everything in life, including a soul. "Twenty santims," she said in a gruff voice. I gave her a one-lat coin. She tried to give me a fistful of coins back in return, but I wo...
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