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Published: August 19th 2010
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Back in 1986, I traveled to Europe for the first time. Alone. At the time, I was still smoking and it was sheer torture to be in flight or around airports and train stations all of 21 hours. Every chance I got, I filled my lungs with nicotine like it was the last stick I'd smoke. I read the instructions over and over, matching them with the signages I passed, hoping I'd find my way to Bradford...
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Michelle Duer
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I love the juxtaposition of different time same place in your photos and your excited anticipation when traveling through Europe the first time around. Thanks for sharing~~!