Chapter Two Malaysia is boiling hot and very unnecessary damp. The way one would think hell is like, now times that by eighteen and you get Malaysia, but if you times it by twenty then you’ve gone too far and went to Australia or Ethiopia. So I shouldn’t complain, there are other countries out there suffering in much more extreme conditions. I got home by train and now just few steps to my apartment, Block F. Block F is a combination of life insurances and urine, and how fascinating and disgusting they all are at the same time. Not too far from the apartments, you can see the big billboard on the highway. There is the large, swelled up face of our current prime minister, his white thinning hair swiped back matched with a Hitler moustache and a thick full red lips, this kind of face reminds me of a wolf, or a pig, take your pick. He points right at me, with his eyes wide open with those big glasses of his, and he is smiling, why? He is very calm like a Hindu cow for someone wi
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