tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891289711377156224.post87039207012279204..comments2024-03-29T09:09:46.823+02:00Comments on A Political Refugee From The Global Village : Indian summer in BucharestUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891289711377156224.post-17869431509619013952021-11-07T10:48:19.530+02:002021-11-07T10:48:19.530+02:00Indeed... the old old town used to be my turf as m...Indeed... the old old town used to be my turf as my first school was on its edge. The rest of the town recommends the so called old.A Vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04712069874917480932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891289711377156224.post-13894820504364247042021-11-07T10:17:28.942+02:002021-11-07T10:17:28.942+02:00I live amongst all these places. For years people ...I live amongst all these places. For years people asked me how I could bear living in the old town, which was then a complete slum. I preferred it then.Political Refugee from the Global Villagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03523068770529814044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891289711377156224.post-11029832514423617182021-11-07T09:57:21.597+02:002021-11-07T09:57:21.597+02:00I ought to have been at Stavropoleus today. Funny ...I ought to have been at Stavropoleus today. Funny enough, I am very drawn to the parts of town I do not know at all, so I'll be a foreighner for a while. A Vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04712069874917480932noreply@blogger.com