Colonel Muammar Gaddafi's compound Bab al Aziziyah in central Tripoli is a sort of weird amalgamation of Apocalypse Now, Disney World, Teletubbyland and a Moonie commune on acid.
It's where DJs mix heroic songs of the "brother leader's" speeches, played at a deafening volume to groups of old ladies ululating repeatedly and youths running around waving flags like they are on speed.
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This could well be the case.
True, but the question remains: Who controls barter town?