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It is a hazy morning.
The Fubarakadakah village is hazy with coffee fumes. The elders come for the daily meeting.
The Chief Elder talks holy agenda.
There are men in the village detention pit.
The Amnesty International protests.
The village elders insist that the men stole goats.
Young Hidilla has no time for village politics.
She clangs pots and pans: food for her five children and three children from her husbandís second wife.
Four of the children have front teeth destroyed
by their never-ending drinking of Coca-Cola.
High in the sky, American jet fighters streak.
They will bomb the neighboring Iraq.
The valley, where the UNESCO built a school, teems with white slave traders.
The nearby Coca-Cola plant is abuzz with business.
The Harvard-educated Sraqwarq Ugfabwaz is the Minister of Information, Culture Religion, Sport and Education. He says the village hates schooling.
This year, the US has given the Yackiwackian Government more than a $10 billion in aid.
We ask the ten-year-old Warrhabarr, "who do you want to be when you grow up?"
He answers: "I want to be just like my father, I want to collect empty shells and sell them to the men of the valley."