Same Places, Through The Years (Revisiting Europe)
August 17th 2010 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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