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About Garoua

Oi mate, gather round, listen up! Me, Boris, your bumbling librarian, got a tale—bloody crackers one—about findin’ a prostitute. Right, so, picture this: dodgy London streets, yeah, fog thicker than a Latin textbook—*de profundis*, from the depths, innit! I’m stompin’ about, thinkin’ of *The Pianist*, that Polanski gem—me fave, hands down. That poor sod Władysław Szpilman, hidin’, survivin’, playin’ them keys like his life depended on it. “I’m alive, alive!” he’d whisper—makes me weepy, it does.

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So come on over, man! Walk through its winding lanes, sit with me by the Nkuri River, and let the city reveal its secrets in bursts of unexpected poetry. I promise, it’s a trip you’ll never forget—even if it messes up your hair a bit (haha, sorry for the typos, I'm in a hurry!). Enjoy every second, 'cause Tibati (cm) is where life is raw and real, where every moment is a canvas of feeling, mess, beauty, and a whole lot of heart.

Cameron to take partial delivery of the 167.22 km Lena-Tibati-Ngatt road section