The Accidental Expat
November 30th 2009 It was April, I’d just got back to Abruzzo after another experience on the road. Spring was well underway in its annual task of making the world and our lives more colorful. The earthquake had struck. Hardly. Invisible waves in the night breaking stones, bending steel, plowing old roads and paving new ones instead. Those leading to the grave.
And then the usual routine of fear, obviousness and
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