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How I managed to cross to China
This is a story with a happy ending, reader. Or, well, sort of. Happy if we don’t consider the irreversible emotional damage caused by the loss of the first visa, the failure to get a second one, and the vanishing … Continue reading
The 24 hours I lived dangerously
The situation was this: by accident, Willow had stalled in one of the metro stations while I kept riding a train towards Causeway Bay. We could not communicate. We didn’t know which would be each other’s next move, but we … Continue reading
The stupidest 24 hours of my life
(Comes from chapter one: “The stupidest tour of my life“) So there we stood, Willow and I, looking at each other with bewilderment drawn on our expressions, thinking like ‘What?’ For a while, we couldn’t even utter a word, until … Continue reading
The stupidest tour of my life
Had it not been so distressing, this day could have even passed for funny; and I actually hope that later on, looking back, I’ll be able to laugh at it. But, for the moment being, I can only feel the … Continue reading
Russia II: Raduzhniy, restricted town
The neighbouring railway stations Kazhanskiy and Yaroslavskiy constitute the main eastern Moscow hub, and that afternoon I was bound to the former for meeting Lyuda and taking together a train to Raduzhniy. But the Moscow underground is intricate and a … Continue reading
Russia I. MOCKBA. The arrival
Although it was hardly four in the morning when the Czech Lines’ airplane landed, dawn was already faintly breaking over the horizon. Moscow Sheremetyevo airport was barely awakening. To my surprise, the border-crossing procedure was much easier than what my … Continue reading
Do widzenia, Warsaw. (Do widzenia, Poland.)
. A farewell to Warsaw (and somehow to Poland as well). Goodby Warsaw, I’m leaving you today. Goodby, goodby, goodby. Goodby all you people. There’s nothing you can say to make me change my mind. Goodby. (“Adapted” from Pink Floyd) … Continue reading
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The Ukrainian bus adventure
. The Ukrainian bus was a heap of scrap, as old and filthy as I hadn’t seen the like since the impoverished Spain of my early childhood, and it had no heating at all. It took us eight hours to … Continue reading