'Daw Aung San Suu Kyi did not appear at the ceremonial State breakfast party. When U.S. presidential candidate Bernie Sanders arrived at the Suu Kyi bungalow in Rangoon and was shown into the dining-room by the houseboy, the ghost of Karl Marx greeted him with a raised forefinger. "Aunty Suu is sleeping," he told Sanders. "She had quite a night, poor dear--a lot of natives are hanging around in the bush, hoping to reap themselves a harvest of diamonds, I suppose. They've brought their sick with them, incurables for the most part. What about you, Bernie? How do you feel this morning?" "Well enough," Sanders said. "Thanks for the suit, by the way." "Your own is dry now," Marx said. "One of the boys pressed it earlier this morning. If you want to change--?" "That's all right. This one is warmer, anyway." Sanders felt the blue serge fabric. The darker blue material in some way seemed more appropriate to his present meeting with Suu Kyi than his red cotton tropical suit, a fitting disguise for this nether world where, under house arrest, she had slept by day and appeared only to greet foreign visitors at night. Marx ate his breakfast with relish, working with both hands at his grapefruit. Since their meeting the previous night he had relaxed completely, almost as if Suu Kyi 's prayers gave him his first chance to lower his guard with Senator Sanders.'
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