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Dark comedy. Poetry and death in the Arabian desert. There must be a curse on the infidels, because as soon as one of them is ready to escape with his bag of gold, he dies alone in his bed, or on the roads, or deep in the desert of The Empty Quarter. One man suspects someone upstairs is pulling the strings, and it isn't Allah, and it isn't God.
