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KANDAHAR – The automatic gate of the Royal Hotel surprisingly opens its doors wide. From a distance, the tall windows of the building looked dirty and dusty, as if they hadn’t been washed in months. Everything led to think that it was closed. “Come, come inside,” gestures the guardian on duty with his hands, speaking in Pashtun. Going up the stairs of the hotel, one perceives the image of the entire city.
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