When the taxi drivers come for ngari and potatoes, they talk about the weightlifter from our valley — how she lifted 85 kg in trials, but the federation didn't send her papers on time. I count the gas cylinders I use each week, and I think: same story, different stove. A quota place is like a steady price for pork — it means nothing if no one shows up to cook it right.
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