Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

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One can't be too cautious about the people one meets in Tangier. They're all weirdies of one kind or another. By MACK REYNOLDS The Place de France is the town's hub. It marks the end of Boulevard Pasteur, the main drag of the westernized part of the city, and the beginning of down to the Grand Socco and the medina. In a three-minute walk from the Place de France you can go from an ultra-modern, California-like resort to the King-size sidewalk cafes occupy three of the strategic corners on the Place de France. The Cafe de Paris serves the best draft beer in town, gets all the better custom, and has three shoeshine boys attached to the Paris edition of the New York Herald Tribune while getting your shoes done up like mirrors for thirty Moroccan francs which comes to about five cents at current exchange. You can sit there, after the and watch the people go by. Tangier is possibly the most cosmopolitan city in the world. In native costume you'll see Berber and Rif, Arab and Blue Man, and occasionally a Senegalese from further south. In European dress you'll see Japs and Chinese, Hindus and Turks, Levantines and Filipinos, North Americans and South Americans, and, of course, even Europeans—from both sides of the Curtain. In Tangier you'll find some of the world's poorest and some of the richest. The poorest will try to sell you anything from a shoeshine to their not very lily-white bodies, and the richest will you might try to sell them something. In spite of recent changes, the As a result of them the permanent population includes fugitives from justice and international homosexuals, nymphomaniacs, alcoholics, drug addicts, displaced persons, ex-royalty, and subversives of every flavor. Local law these. and said, "Hello, Paul. Anything new cooking?" crowded and since mine was a face he recognized, he assumed he was welcome to intrude. It was more or less standard procedure at the Cafe de Paris. It wasn't a place to go if you wanted to be alone. little man. I vaguely remembered was from Liverpool and in exports. "What's in the newspaper?" he said, disinterestedly. "Pogo and Albert are going to fight a duel," I told him, "and Lil Abner is becoming a rock'n'roll singer." "Oh," I said, "the intellectual "They have, eh? How big?" "Several times bigger than anything we Americans have." The beer came and looked good, so I ordered a glass too. saucers?" "What flying saucers?" A French girl went by with a poodle so finely clipped as to look as though it'd been shaven. The Paris. Every pore in place. We both looked after her. "You know, what everybody too bad one of these bloody manned satellites wasn't up then. Maybe they would've seen one." without rubbing him the wrong way. I didn't know Paul very well, but, for that matter, it's in Tangier. Largely, cards are My beer came and a plate of tapas for us both. Tapas at the Cafe de Paris are apt to be potato salad, a few anchovies, olives, and possibly some cheese. in the States. Just to say something, I said, "Where do you think they came from?" And when he looked blank, I added, "The Flying Saucers." He grinned. "From Mars or Venus, or someplace." "Ummmm," I said. "Too bad none of them ever crashed, or landed on the Yale football field , or something." It'd been cooked in rancid olive oil. probably sit around here and think of two or three that made "Well, hell, suppose for instance there's this big Galactic League of civilized planets. But it's restricted, the club. Meanwhile, they send secret missions down from time in a neatly tailored gray jellaba, European style high-heeled shoes, and a pinkish silk veil so transparent that you after her. I said, "Or, here's another one. Suppose you have a very advanced civilization on, say, Mars." "Not Mars. No air, and too bloody dry to support life." "Don't interrupt, please," I said with mock severity. "This is a very old civilization and as the planet began to lose its water and air, it withdrew underground. Uses hydroponics and so forth, husbands its water and air. Isn't that what we'd do, in a few million years, if Earth lost its water and air?" "I suppose so," he said. "Anyway, what about them?" is going through a scientific boom, an industrial boom, a population boom. A boom, period. Any day now he's going to have practical space ships. Meanwhile, he's also got the H-Bomb and both sides of the Curtain, he's not against using it, if he could get away with it." us. That's an old one. I've read that a dozen times, dished up different." "I got a better one. How's this. There's this alien life form that's way ahead of us. Their civilization is so old that they don't have any records of when it began and how it was in the things like wars and depressions and revolutions, and greed for power or any of these things giving us a bad time here on Earth. They're all like scholars, get it? And some of them are pretty jolly well taken by Earth, especially the way we are right now, with all the problems, get it? Things developing so fast we don't know where we're going or how we're going to get there." I finished my beer and clapped my hands for Mouley. "How do you mean, where we're going ?" "Well, take half the countries in the world today. They're trying to industrialize, modernize, catch up with the advanced countries. Look at Egypt, and Israel, and India and China, and Yugoslavia and Brazil, and all the rest. Trying to drag themselves up to the level of the advanced countries, and all using different methods of doing it. But look at the so-called advanced countries. Up to their bottoms in unemployed, threat of war, schools. All the bloody mess of it. Why, a man from Mars would be fascinated, like." Mouley came shuffling up in his babouche slippers and we or whatever they are? Sooner or later we'd nab one of them. You know, Scotland Yard, or the F.B.I., or Russia's secret police, or the French Sûreté, or Interpol. This world is so deep in police, counter-espionage outfits and security agents that an base himself in London or New think so. I think he'd be right here in Tangier." "Why Tangier?" "It's the one town in the world gives a damn about you or your affairs. For instance, I've known "In this town you seldom even ask a man where's he's from. He can be British, a White Russian, a Basque or a Sikh and nobody could care less. Where are you "California," I told him. "No, you're not," he grinned. I was taken aback. "What do a few minutes ago when I was talking about Scotland Yard or the F.B.I. possibly flushing an alien. Telepathy is a sense not be considerably more difficult. Let's face it, in spite of these human bodies we're disguised in, neither of us is "Aldebaran," I said. "How about you?" "Deneb," he told me, shaking. We had a laugh and ordered "What're you doing here on eaters. Humanoid flesh is considered quite a delicacy. How about you?" help stir up inter-tribal, or international, conflicts—all according are. Then our tourists come in—well shielded, of course—and get their kicks watching it." practice could spoil an awful THE END Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from December 1960. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.

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The story takes place in _______.

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A Iraq
B The United States
C Morocco
D France

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C