December 11th, 2006

Train to Belgrade

On the train from Sofia, Bulgaria to Beograd, Serbia, we shared a compartment with an older Bulgarian composer who didn't say much. He read a book that Anil figured had the words "Golden" and "Werewolf" in the title, and occasionally would take out his blank musical composition book and fill in some notes.

Crossing the border into Serbia, the Serbian border guard took a look at my passport photo, laughed, and asked "transsexual?" Anil and the composer found this amusing. I didn't get it - I always thought my passport photo made me look like a pedophile, but whatever.
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