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True, you never know. I worked as a English teacher at AMAL oil field in the Libyan desert for a year, until Mr. Qaddafi decided he'd had enough of me. He did that a lot. So, I'm sitting in the office typing out quiz sheets and filling forms, when a blaze of colour caught my eye. Anyone who knows North Africa and the desert areas will know there isn't a great variation in tones during the day. At AMAL we had yellow-grey, grey-yellow, green-blue, blue-green, basically sand and rock, rock and sand and eucalyptus trees. A sudden splodge of bright gold yellow was a shock. I looked up and sat there entranced: Orioles, the whole tree outside was full of beautiful, golden Orioles. Thousands upon thousands. Probably nearer 300 but who gave a damn how many? I didn't. Never got a picture as there was a strict no camera policy on site, but I can close my eyes and see them to this day. Millions of glorious Golden Orioles!
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Han til Ragnarok Æsir, han til!
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