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A Perfect Weekend in Sofia
The evening when I landed in Sofia was a cold Friday evening. I recall looking out of the plane window, and seeing the city lights twinkling through the plane under the wings like silent constellations. I had not made any specific preparation, merely a rough conception of paving and mountain and perhaps a couple of good meals. At times an even better journey starts like that with no purpose in...
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