Mother Country The shades open for landing, I see the pandan-leafed interior expandingtowards the edge of a relieved horizon. As we begin our descent into the black smog of an emergingpower, I make out the tin shacks, the stalls selling juices, the red-tiled colonial barracks, the new mall.
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