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I would have starved. I was-fed the whole trip by these four Italian men. Up above and overhead the seating, were luggage racks, and they had up-there baskets and bundles and luggage of every shape and description, full-containment of already-cooked food. They had good bread, roast-chicken and pork or pig and is there a difference ? They had condiments, fruits and vegetables. And they sat there for three days and nights, and every time they ate, they gave me to eat as well. What wonderful men. I had to sit-on a wooden-seat, for three days. There were fold up-down metal arm-rests. I was fortunate again. The guy-next to me and to my right who was late-twenties, met a guy of seeming same-age and understanding, who had a compartment by himself. They became great-friends and the guy next was invited to spend the trip in the other's compartment. The seat-next to me was empty. And yes, there was left an unspoken-vibe. This was great because at-night I could depose the arm-rest, and sleep across the two seats, curled up on my side, in the manner of the womb-of-floatation.

Bulgaria was well known that year amongst the tourists for being tourist-tax free, the whole year. A visitors-tax suspended. At a sometime night-crime stop in Bulgarian nowhere, we were held-up for quite awhile, while two Bulgarian uniformed police agents, went from compartment to compartment collecting the fee. They said no it is not suspended. They were obviously on their own, night-train robbers, and what-could-you-do ? You could get arrested for protesting and wind-up in a no-light cell of sometime-shine. So everybody paid. The price of freedom. You don't argue with these goons and their guns. You protest mildly, depending on the severity of the look at your passport. What was seen in that glimpse ?

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