As my days in Thessaloniki were coming to an end, I was becoming more and more restless, because the ax of Christmas, clenched inexorably into the days of the upcoming week, insisted on me doing someting with it. Every single […]
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Nights in the Balkans
The time had come to say farewell to Italy: The lonely apartment, an extensive count of empty wine bottles, piled up on the kitchen counter, last breakfast (filling up a plastic bottle with oil for the journey), shaking hands with everybody, […]