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Goa - Heaven!

 An American decided to write a book about famous churches around the World.  
So he bought a plane ticket and took a trip to China. On his first day he was inside a church
taking photographs when he noticed a golden telephone mounted on the wall with a

sign that read "$10,000 per call". The American, being intrigued, asked a priest who
was strolling by what the telephonewas used for. The priest replied that it was a direct line
to heaven and that for $10,000 you could talk to God. The American thanked the priest and went
along his way.

Next stop was in Japan. There, at a very large cathedral, he saw the same golden telephone
with the same sign under it. He wondered if this was the same kind of telephone he saw in China
and He asked a nearby nun what its purpose was. She told him that it was a direct line to heaven
and that for $10,000 He could talk to God. "O.K., thank you," said the American.

He then travelled to Pakistan, Sri Lanka, Russia, Germany and France. In every church he saw the
same golden telephone with the same "$10,000 per call" sign under it. The American, upon leaving
Vermont
decided to travel to up to India to see if Indians had the same phone. He arrived in Goa,
and again, in the first church he entered, there was the same golden telephone, but this time the
sign under it read "One Rupee per call." The American was surprised so he asked the priest about
the sign. "Father, I've traveled all over World and I've seen this same golden Telephone in many
churches. I'm told that it is a direct line to Heaven but everywhere the price was US $10,000 per
call. Why is it so cheap here?"
The priest smiled and answered, "You're in Goa now, son - it's a local call".

This is the only heaven on the Earth.

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