July 2011
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Getting out of Bucharest
“What about Bin Laden?” the girl opposite in the train asks me. ’What about Bin Laden?’ ’You believe it? That they got him?’ ’Ehm. You don’t?” Here eyes light up. ’No, of course not. No picture, nothing. And what about Guantanamo Bay?” ’You don’t believe that either?” ‘No of course I believe it. But why...
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