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I picked up the phone,
dialed and tried to listen. A very soft voice answered. It was the voice of an angle. Yes, the angel of uncertainty. A big rain of words came, I respired a sudden peace. My lungs formed a choir, No word described my joy. The voice was a blessing. I felt the soft rhythm of it, I picked every word it said. My lips danced in harmony, My words ran in a formula, My language was colloquial. A quarter was a like a minute. Rupiahs flowed like a waterfall. Laughter and jokes came in turn. A disaster arrived in the middle: A cable evil kidnapped the angel. Samosir, North Sumatra, 26 May 2003
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