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Reminds me of the summer of '89, the summer after college graduation when my friend from home and I Eurailed around Europe. Standing in the Rome train station after little sleep and an overnight train from Venice, groggy, tapped on the shoulder and asked something in Italian, and in the time it took me to say I don't speak Italian, my friend's smaller bag was gone. I wasn't even sure it had been left with me until he came back a few minutes later.

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Marcus aka Gregory Maidman
Marcus aka Gregory Maidman

Written by Marcus aka Gregory Maidman

Living 17,043rd human life. I am Marcus (universal name) or you may call me Greg; a deep thinker; an explorer of ideas and the mind.

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