The days at the freight station had no beginning and never ended. The shifts and movements were simple – “arriving” and “leaving”.
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APPETISERS, ANTIPASTO AND MEZZE or AN OVERTURE TO A BIG WINE OPERA
Bulgarians have few major seasons of celebration – when there is a wedding, a birth, a christening, a funeral and when a friend pops in. It is always observed with great care of marking the event.
LAST BRUNCH, DEATH OF A SALESMAN or A TRIBUTE TO ARTHUR MILLER – project “52”
No, nothing happened.
I said nothing happened.
Didn’t you hear me?
I’m tired to the death.
I suddenly couldn’t drive any more.