Bulgaria. No… just… no

If you took Des Moines, Iowa, bombed it, took away everyone’s Prozac, supplied them with only beets and sporadically functioning electricity then added 100,000 gypsies, you’d have Sofia, Bulgaria.  My first thought at the train station was, ‘I’m most definitely going to be kidnapped, murdered and my organs harvested.’  “Happy-go-lucky” is not a term I […]

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