Postcards from Kharkiv
Still drowsy after a long night on the train, I turn my back on the tracks and the sheds and dodge between taxi drivers and old babushkasoffering lodgings for the price of a few dollars.
Still drowsy after a long night on the train, I turn my back on the tracks and the sheds and dodge between taxi drivers and old babushkasoffering lodgings for the price of a few dollars.
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