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... ane and are dazzled by the modern facilities. The airport has been changed several times under the strong request of the chief's office. Anyway, it is backed by the savior company and has plenty of money.

It costs 200 million US dollars, and all facilities have been renovated.

It has two terminal buildings with a total area of ​​200,000 square meters. It has become a veritable African transit station, through which turkeys from Germany are transported to South Africa, and South Afr ...

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