Great Wall of China

I Hurl On Your Sacred Relics

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This plane was so small it could barely fit three people. Squeezed up front were the pilot and the director. Then the fuselage tapered to a congested cubicle, into which I was stuffed. I had never been in such a tiny plane. It was like a doghouse with wings.

Who Paid For The Great Wall Of China?

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Thumping down the steps of the ancient fortress, I spotted my bank’s familiar logo and headed to the ATM. Excellent. I was running low on cash, so I crossed the street and conjured up my PIN number on the other side of the world. A fist full of $20’s later, I turned to walk back to the Great Wall of China. I didn’t make it.