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  • I asked around why there are too many of these crows in the city, and I got different answers:

    "They used to be men in their previous life, now they're paying for their sins."

    "We call them beggars. Wherever there is food and scrap, you'll find them there."

    "Those things are quite quarrelsome and noisy."

    "I actually don't know."

    Then a Canadian colleague got hit by its poop, squarely on the chest. He can't believe he got that unlucky. The friendly Indian taxi driver was kind enough to help wash it out.

    I told him, "That is actually a good thing, where I came from."

    "That crow could have dropped is somewhere else. How can that be a good thing? "
    he said.

    "Well, it can't get any worse than that."

    For a moment he pondered about it, and laughed. He had this face telling me that it does make sense.
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