One night, many moons ago, I found myself stood outside a noisy bar in Sofia. I wasn't drunk, but I felt it – as I had just finished leading a week-long tour, which tends to leave me in a physically– and socially-exhausted daze. It was winter. Perhaps 11 pm.
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