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EPISODE SEVEN: THE GOLDFISH FILES PART THREE           We opted to stay in the restaurant car until we reached Constantinople. There was little in our cramped, stuffy third class compartment to tempt us back there and you never knew who … Continue reading →

EPISODE SEVEN: THE GOLDFISH FILES PART TWO             Despite the fact that it had clearly been designed with little thought given to considerations of luxury or even comfort, our third-class carriage for the journey to Constantinople was more than … Continue reading →

EPISODE SEVEN: THE GOLDFISH FILES PART ONE           I should have known the goldfish was going to be trouble from the first moment I laid eyes on him. He certainly looked innocent enough, suspended silently in a clear plastic bag … Continue reading →