Notschniu Bufet

On night in Russia, in the night train, leaving Vologda, direction Arkhangelsk, without any food, and a drunken waitress in the bufet, we felt lost.

There was no potatoe puree left for us, only fish, but we found some friends, who opened their pockets, ordered hotdogs for us, gave us some softdrinks, ....


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