To the other side another mighty current of roaring waves rolled in between the two islands and all that one could feel was the mercy of God in keeping us safe from the fury of the sea that convulsed before us.
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...I would go to sleep with the sound of cicadas, expecting the wild African storm to pass over at night and shut down the electricity...
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The pastel colours of the flaking wall paint echoed the reminiscence of its Soviet past and the men and women wearing Russian hats and other wares of fur shuffled along to the Christmas markets to the sound of music boxes and soft church bells.