The Minotaur 44: Lost by Jens Grabarske

It felt as if the train was moving at a snail’s pace. Behind the window pane, Germany was replaced by Belgium and Belgium was replaced by France. Finally, after hours, I arrived in Paris. But there I stopped. Where should I go? I took out my mobile and did something that I had forgotten to...

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