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Goodbye Greece and How I Failed at Portugal

Posted on Tuesday, April 12, 2016

In the chill of the morning, at 5 AM, a taxi picks me up. I cry in the back seat, trying not to whimper. Like a normal person. The taxi driver, his face in darkness, does his best to comfort me in this awkward situation. “I’m sure you’ll come back”, he says. “Nothing is for…

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