Getting an early taste of Communism before the real thing
May 19th 1974 We had virtual non-stop rain all the way from Platamon to the Greece-Bulgaria border, which we reached at around 1.30pm. We had no real hassles on either side of the border except that changing money into Bulgarian leva took more than an hour. There was no time change, and nothing special to report at our first Communist border, except the pure excitement of my first ever visit behind the ‘Iron
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