Surviving the The Traka 100
It’s twenty-five minutes past six on the 1st Sunday of May. There’s no one but dog walkers and I on a foggy greenway that runs towards the Catalan city of Girona. Last night I slept early and I slept often – at one stage I was staring at the clock as it rolled over to […]
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