Reflecting on the poetry of history in Johnson City, Tennessee
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Whoosh...click-clack… We decided to take the night train. On the departing trip from Prague, we kept the windows closed, incidentally turning our six-person sleeper car into a sauna. We woke up sweating and dehydrated, disoriented and flustered. The smile that I carried aboard the train was gone by the time we were set to disembark in Krakow the next morning.
Reflecting on the poetry of history in Johnson City, Tennessee
Reflecting on the poetry of history in…
Reflecting on the poetry of history in Johnson City, Tennessee
Whoosh...click-clack… We decided to take the night train. On the departing trip from Prague, we kept the windows closed, incidentally turning our six-person sleeper car into a sauna. We woke up sweating and dehydrated, disoriented and flustered. The smile that I carried aboard the train was gone by the time we were set to disembark in Krakow the next morning.