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In the middle of nowhere, I met this old guy heading in the opposite direction. Turns out he was an artist. I bought one of his pieces, a mandala of Buddha's life. He also asked me to look at some $100 bills that he had been given in a transaction that he was worried about. Turns out he had good reason, as even I could see that they were obvious forgeries. The painting had to be approved for export by the relevant governmental ministry. There is now a wax seal on the back as a result of this. It hangs over my bed to this day. |
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