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05/05/2016 From Overblog

Vignette Eight: In Hungary

“When the Russian Air Force had bases here in Hungary, those were good times,” said Tarzan, a hugely fat man with...

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04/17/2016 From Overblog

Vignette Seven: Romance on the Bus Going North From Charlotte

Across the aisle and one seat ahead, a woman, dressed in a ridiculously frilly yet provocatively sexy outfit, is...

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03/26/2016 From Overblog

Vignette Six: On Another Planet Altogether

I leave the bus in Thunder Bay, determined to see what’s left of the past in this city once called Prince Arthur's...

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03/14/2016 From Overblog

Vignette Five: Potatoes

The greyhound bus stops at an abandoned gas station and I get out. I feel quite excited; this is my first visit...

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03/01/2016 From Overblog

Vignette Four: The L-Shaped House

It was a dreary, dusty Turkish town a few miles from the sea, surrounded by exquisite fjords that make Norway look...

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02/26/2016 From Overblog

Vignette Three: The Night Train from Budapest to Köln

In the bar of the night train, two men at the table next to mine, a brash extrovert and his walrus-moustached straight...

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02/24/2016 From Overblog

Vignette Two: In the Bus Station

It was that time of the night when dreams of the unattainable — a warm room, a bed, crisp, clean sheets, a heavy...

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02/23/2016 From Overblog

Vignette One: The Nature Lover

Roland — he sold bad paintings, crucifixes and clocks at the Dasing flea market — invited me to the greasy spoon...

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