IN BIRMINGHAM today where I am experiencing the pleasures of the Orient after just a short drive up the motorway. Here one only has to catch a public bus in order to breathe in the titillating smells of jasmine, saffron, lemongrass and masala. On the streets one’s step is lightened by a melange of exotic and incomprehensible tongues. I smoke hookah in one of the many tea rooms, and later dine of a döner kebab.
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