ows pulling carts. Between gaps in the trees we could see countryside that was wide open, field upon field of crops, with the odd spattering of housing here and there. Nearly every house by the roadside seemed to be under construction. We passed by house upon house in the middle of creation. No windows, doors or paint, but oddly, they had washing outside, swaying in the breeze. Then I saw it, a picture that will stay with me always, and the answer to the oddities. There was an old looking house, two storey, no roof, grey concrete walls, no doors or window frames, bu
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