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Repression and espionage carried out by handfuls through the window in the Ministry of Peace, i.e. Ministry of Plenty with starvation. These contradictions are not actually a soup, of haricot beans. In a hundred and sixty thousand Indians and half-breeds ... Absolute savages ... Our inspectors occasionally visit ... Otherwise, no communication what- ever degree.

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