Once I met a man who possessed an object of such great value that it was, in a monetary sense, worthless to him.
His name was Damanius Bao Dasion. He lived in a small fishing village east of Flores, on the Savu Sea.
On a kind of altar in his modest living room he kept what I guessed to be a small Portuguese cannon, some silver objects and the tusk of an African elephant.
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