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Tuesday, August 30, 2011

One thing that happened while I was in Vilnius is that I was approached by a middle-aged scruffy looking guy. Scenarios that begin this way end in various ways, depending on where I am. In NY, it would be someone asking for change, or wanting to sell me the homeless-produced newspaper, or a tourist asking for directions. In Poland, it would be a drunk guy, possibly yelling at me for religious purposes. In this case, what happened is that we made eye contact and the guy said, quite distinctly, "bzbzzbzzbiboo."

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