Prologger. Tax, extortion and donation
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French
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Abstract
After several hours of unnecessary race, lax and dying of thirst and hunger, I drive in a peasant farmer whose house did not look like, but that was the only one I go around. I believed that it was like in Geneva or Switzerland where all people at their disposal are in a position to practice hospitality. I asked him to give me dinner. He offered me skimmed milk and barley bread, saying that he had everything he had. I drink this milk with delices, and I eat...