Here we go.
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I think the thought was born at Piazza San Marc in Venice, the conclusion of which was reached whilst considering a vomit puddle underneath that Christ Statue in Rio. Ten years passed between those two events and I had a lot of time to think about tourism. Mainly during atrocious activities and visits, pressed against a sweaty German, or during 14-hour-long flights, while listening to 134 crying babies from my 76Q seat (The one at the middle of the 15-seat row, next to the bathroom and the nuclear waste disposal).