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| Finding Henry: A Journey Into Eastern Europe By Rebecca Patrick |
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Click here to read a longer excerpt from the book. (Description of the first introduction to Split, Croatia.) | ||||||||||||||||||
| "My first thought were that these men were Ukrainian mafia, although I didn�t want to let my imagination get the better of me. Still, if leaving was good enough for the other two tables then it was good enough for me." | |||||||||||||||||||
"But he didn't make a move on me at all. I'm not sure whether I should be flattered or offended. I'll go with flattered now and see how I feel later." "And for some reason I couldn�t make my mouth work right. I wanted to stare at him and his wavy blond hair and big eyes. He looked like a poet. So I just ignored him." |
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| "A dog came after me and bit me as we started back. It liked to have scared the shit out of me. I mean, you�re walking down the side of the road in Bosnia and all of a sudden you feel a sharp pain in your leg. You think, did I just step on a landmine and this is the end? Did a sniper shoot me? All logic flies out the window." | |||||||||||||||||||
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