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Published: July 30th 2006
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I was not a true Bulgarian until I reached Veliko Tarnavo and developed a taste for the fine 'Rakia' (grapa)... until now I was not much of a fan, but together with my fine Swiss company... it was a whole new experience. Since returning to my grandparents' home, I cannot get used to my grandfather hiding the Rakia from me... he's not used to his grand daughter asking for seconds and thirds.... but I know his hiding place, he he!!
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Stuball
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How interesting
Who would have known that I would see this strange young Swiss man Beat in Aussie land Melbourne just a couple of weeks after you. What isn't strange is that you are drinking loads of Rakia Zoe. I'm sure you'll be drinking much grappa in Italy and plenty of beera when you get back to Australia.