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(1929) [MARC] Author: Martin Andersen Nexø Translator: Jacob Wittmer Hartmann
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baskets over the top of the heap so that the oranges
roll down between the naked legs of the women and
children, sometimes continuing their course over the
black ground like flames in the darkness.

We have had no mail for three weeks, so long is it
since we gave Malaga as our post office address to the
folks at home; and it is with trepidation that we hasten
to the Consulate.

Consul Schulz, a pleasant old German, shakes his
gray head smiling and hands us a newspaper in its
wrapper.

One newspaper! Such is the Andalusian post office!
There should have been letters too. Possibly some
widow or other has gotten our post because she stands
in well with the letter carrier. And since the public
scribe - who usually writes and reads her letters for
her - cannot interpret these Danish letters, she is con-
vinced they mean a legacy of millions, and proceeds to
make debts and live on them all her days. Such iis life.
But newspapers! Who can possibly enjoy them as
much as we do?

Apparently foreigners are fully in charge of the
business life of this town “of almost English
industry.” All the big commercial houses have French or `
English or - particularly - German names.

Our national pride induces us to cast about for signs
of Danish enterprise, and when we behold a Danish
flag waving over a seaman’s pothouse in one of the
harbor streets, we take the liberty to enter. Better
talk to a saloon-keeper than to no one. Mine host is a
full-blooded Spaniard; he has bought the flag for one
crown from a ship-thief and has raised it aloft as bait
for Scandinavian sailors. We give the thing up as a

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