ocr: The main street was a grim hill, wide, dishevelled and strewn with rubbish. The shops were for the most part concrete and dingy, and because Zaire is an ex-Belgian colony every other shop is a pharmacie, just like in Belgium and France, except that none of them, as: it happened, sold toothpaste, which bewildered me. Most of the other shops were in fact impossible to identify.
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