Marshall in Strange Places
The self-indulgent chronicles of a writer's adventures in Berlin, and elsewhere.
Friends in faraway places
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The customs guy looked at my passport and back at me. “You’re from Canada, on your way home from Stockholm?” “Yes,” I said. “Home, ...
Deep into the dark of the National Graveyard
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The prettiest parks are not parks, they are cemeteries. It’s not appropriate to have a picnic and toss around a Frisbee, but there ...
Metro Politics
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The Hungarian election came and went this past weekend. Fidesz, the incumbent ruling party, bullied its ways into power with its supermajo...
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