Budapest
May 14th 2003 It was such a long train from Zagreb, so we were desperate and miserable when we put our packs on and walked out into the rain, and so when Zig approached us with his wiry beard and severe eyes and perfect English, I agreed to follow him around the corner of the station to a seedy cab, already a mistake, and then to the hostel he worked for, which was legit, but that was also an old Soviet-style u
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