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To know more about "International"
Flying over the world at very low altitudes, we become aware
of some pleasant cooking odors. After a rough landing
(not the fault of the pilot, but of the hippopotamus-like builds
of the passengers), here we are, seated at the table,
with the appetite of the ship-wrecked and the thirst of the Foreign
Legion lost in the desert. We don't visit museum...
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