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Sitting behind a dark wooden table, its surface covered with a thick patina of sweat, stale tobacco, beer, and calloused hands resting on it for years, I listened to loud explosions nearby. Read more
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The sun was setting as the ferry slowly sailed away from the European mainland and the last glimpses of Greece disappeared from view. Read more