It's only when I see all the wonderful colours emanating from the railroad ties and tracks -- contrasting with all the dull, gray stones, garbage, and what must be a plague of hungry flies attracted to the sewage-scented breeze -- that I'm reminded that these people live their day-to-day lives in what could be described as an autonomous region.
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