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Not a clue in Arabian mights. "What's this - what's that ?" I was-truly on my own there. And there was bargaining. I couldn't do it. I couldn't do it in Greece, and I could not do it there.

It was theater. "Do I look like I was just dumped off a camel's back ? What do you take me for? I cannot sell it for that price. Do you want my harem to starve ? Think of the many tiny mouths I must feed. Is it my curse, my fate, my give-away fete, all my live-less days. I could not possibly give it to you for less than twenty". "I was robbed last night. I am having to cut my visit short. I am having to leave this afternoon. They took all my money. I had to beg, borrow and plead from my destitute family, and my poor aged grandmother in a home-bless her sold, with hardly enough money for chocolate. I cannot pay that much. This is the one and only thing that I will buy in Istanbul. The one thing that people from home will see, admire and say, "You were there ?"" And so-on. Have they nothing else to do ? Even if I could do it, I would be bored in five minutes. What a lot of work. But the first rule was, you had to know the real will-let-go-for prices. Otherwise you make a fool of yourself. That was the part I didn't like. And a stranger just dropped here from never-never land, I didn't know the prices from-Adam.

A public toilet. That was a shock of the up-stages. A man begging in the street with legs cut-off mid-thigh, and wearing tire-strips tied on the stumps.

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