Mar 112011

Snow. Heavy, wet flakes at the border in southern Ukraine, fluttering against the windows while you wait in line at the Romanian checkpoint.

You’re in the back seat of a van, driven by a Romanian plastic-wreath runner. Two women are on the middle bench seat in front of you: the driver’s family maybe, or friends. The relationship isn’t clear, and their English is as good as your Romanian. But… Continue┬áreading: Romania, Hungary, Slovakia | 2 Comments

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