The pack is big and bulky. Flakes of duct tape are peeling off the straps and belt. Around the neck there's a multicoloured scarf. The camera dangles across the left shoulder. The water bottle is dangling from the pack belt. The pants are rolled up just below the knees. In one hand the pouch with the second camera lens is dangling whereas the poles are in the other hand. A carrot sticks out of a pocket. The hair is a mess and this grin does not wash off the face anymore. That's me: a state-of-the-art Plutonian.
I'd rather kick myself in the butt continuously. I got so carried away by the scenery that before I knew it I had already made a donation for the Maoist party. Of all the evils in this country!
No worries, I'll pay for it.
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Maoist party! Wow! Luckily you are still in your 30s and as my all time favourite, Petre Tutea says, you are aloud to be socialist. After that he thinks that you are plane naïve.
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