Sean Hickey Checks in from Pardubice
I have the great pleasure of writing this, at least part of it, on a moving train cutting through the Bohemian countryside. Central European clichés lay just beyond the window: frost-laden fields, misty rivers, ruined castles, red-brown villages squeezed into narrow valleys, a mangy dog sleeping atop a stone wall. I am having a beer…
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