Hitching out of
town high in the
frozen winds of
the Pamirs,
Tajikistan, I
found a lonely
house to stay for
a night The next
morning I looked
out to
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Hitching out of town high in the frozen winds of the Pamirs, Tajikistan, I found a lonely house to stay for a night The next morning I looked out to a land buried in snow and trudged on down an empty road with no hope for a lift.
Music:
Mulatu Astatqé - Asmarina - Ethio jazz
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