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A bilingual stranger helped me buy a train ticket to Rome, but on the return to Brindisi I had no one but myself to rely on. The man behind the counter offered me three options, and I guess I said yes to the one that meant “No seat for me, thank you. I would like to be packed as tightly as possible amongst people with no access to soap or running water.”

Från David Sedaris “Guy Walks Into a Bar Car”, en ny novell om tågresor och missade möjligheter, som finns upplagd på New Yorkers site.

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