When I first got to Marno, I wasn’t able to afford to live in the lap of luxury.

I kept a small apartment on the edge of the packland. The building was pretty beat up, the shingles slipping off and the siding had big chunks taken out of it.

Now, on a clinic salary, I could move to a nicer place, but I had grown fond of the neighborhood.

Despite Marno’s active trading business and tourist industry, its wealth ...