The Sofia 9am story shipped. Anton, the retired physics teacher, ordered the plum brandy at nine in the morning, declared Eurovision a Cold War artifact, and insisted the soup needed more vinegar. Both opinions held.
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Anton ordered the plum brandy for both of us at nine in the morning and told me, before I had removed my coat, that the Eurovision voting bloc was a Cold War artifact and that the soup needed more vinegar.
Read the full story →The customs officer wanted to discuss breed standards. The dog wanted the fish stall. Both got what they came for.
“The Samoyed who decided that goats do not exist.”
A second visit to Accra, eleven years later. The bissap stall had moved one block, and the woman who ran it had not aged a day.
“She remembered the cup before she remembered the face.”
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The Sofia 9am story shipped. Anton, the retired physics teacher, ordered the plum brandy at nine in the morning, declared Eurovision a Cold War artifact, and insisted the soup needed more vinegar. Both opinions held.
Read the story →Magnus tried Croatian goat cheese for the first time. The goat, possibly insulted, attempted to chase him. Photos under review in the Lounge for next week’s Paw Passport.
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A 9am plum brandy, a former physics teacher named Anton, and the Balkans country that finally undid the spreadsheet.
Sofia in May. Anton the former physics teacher has opinions about Eurovision and the soup. Both correct.
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A 9am plum brandy, a former physics teacher named Anton, and the Balkans country that finally undid the spreadsheet.
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