'In the middle of the night we sneak into Georgia (ex-Soviet Union). With ten people in a Van we slalom through the holes in road. The streets are empty and the city looks ghostly beautiful. When we arrive in the apartment we fall over, not from fatigue but from stupefaction: it appears to be an ex-Soviet luxurious flat, completely equipped with two fireplaces, two bathrooms, wooden floors everywhere and a piano and chandeliers in the livingroom. We drink vodka until the sun comes up...'
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