A coup of the bridge holiday club
Saddled Up on the Trail
In the summer of 2002, I was sitting in an internet Café on German Street, in an old city along the Volga River called Saratov.
Chances are my ancestors had travelled to Saratov a time or two a century before, but I was there for other reasons.
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