I was exchanging email reminiscences with an old friend about a dinner to which he treated me in London two decades ago. A giant of our industry happened to be sitting at the next table and suggested my friend should pick up his bill as well. He wrote that he would have if the gentleman were not a billionaire, adding;
I rather like Romania; went in 1975 (I was 22, pretty broke, and wanted a holiday. Romania was incomparably cheap).…








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