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Written by Vincent Galvin
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Thursday, 07 June 2007 |
Entering Bulgaria
The train from Bucharest was empty. There were four carriages. My carriage had two other people in it. There was an attendant that seemed bored out of his mind. The train was bound eventually for Istanbul, and it turned out that he was a Turk. Comments (15) | Add as favourites (291) | Quote this article on your site | Views: 8509 |
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