Tanzania’s folkway is fairly simple, because it’s pure and it’s not easy to learn bad things. Sitting on the dangling bus, the locals have a strong body odor. I curled up behind the driver’s seat, squeezing the window, they Started to distribute Coke and biscuits, the TV turned on, and a skinny native insisted on sending back this ominous celestial object for a bottle of Coke.
In fact, the Americans just wanted to instill the civilization they advertised, and they were disgusted with their arrogance. The local preaching and promoting their culture.
Returning to the basics is not a bad thing, and the swelling civilization has caused people to conflict everywhere.
This is not a comedy, but God does not exist. A small group of people happens to be crazy again.
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