20-6-2007 Get me to the Danube Damn! No places left in the sleeping wagon! I’d waited so long to start this journey. I didn’t want to retreat back to my baking 10th floor flat in one of Bucharest’s less select areas. Besides which, the amount of time before I had to leave for the UK was rapidly dwindling. Affairs at school where I was teaching out here in Romania had dragged on interminably as we tried to secure a place at another school for an unsatisfactory student. I took a seat in an ordinary compartment thinking that I could doze in there or, indeed, if it wasn’t very full, stretch out a little. As it turned out, the seats were all taken. In Romania there is seldom any question of sitting on a train minding your
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