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Even
those who know the medina well often become lost in its winding, enigmatic
alleys. Like streams in a forest some lead to wider, more heavily
trod routes, where masses of people push and squeeze along. Here
one must be ever vigilant, listening for the porter's cry, "balak!" in
order to avoid being crushed by his overburdened mule or donkey.
Other lanes meander without obvious purpose until they, like some streams,
simply disappear. At the end of one such path you may find yourself standing
at the entrance to
"Riyad
Salahadin"
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