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OUAGADOUGOU, Burkina Faso — He came at us like a hound chasing a squirrel. “No! No!” he shouted, waving his arms and his laminated government ID card at us. As it turned out, he was the bureaucrat in charge of this street, the deputy assistant associate section head of something or other. The Man.
OUAGADOUGOU, Burkina Faso — He came at us like a hound chasing a squirrel.
“No! No!” he shouted, waving his arms and his laminated government ID card at us.
As it turned out, he was the bureaucrat in charge of this street, the deputy assistant associate section head of something or other. The Man.
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