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metal and plywood held together with ropes. The one exception was the two hundred year old lodge right on the shore of the lake. Even that grand structured appeared in desperate need of maintenance. It was towards this lodge that Sunshine directed us. For a moment I wondered why people would live in such squalor. The moment I saw the residents of Kristiania, I knew why. There were dozens of them lounging around the “streets” of the town. Quite a few of them were naked which made it plain to see that many were emaciated. They all sported profuse amounts of greasy body hair and they were covered in grime and smelled like rotting vegetation. To add to the horrid smell, some were smoking homemade cigarettes that gave off a pungent blue smoke. I leaned over to Franklin, who rode next to me, and said, “Hippies. I’ve seen pictures of them before in history books. I thought they were
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