Grey suits

I am in Bucharest, the first stop of a tour of ‘Eastern’ Europe, before the Iron Curtain came down. I flew out, the last leg on THE most uncomfortable Tarom flight from Vienna.

The streets stink, but there is an ‘interesting’ dollar bar of the hotel. More later ..

I am at the British Embassy with Barry, my colleague. I have come out of the toilet. Barry introduces me to the Ambassador.

“Welcome to Bucharest, Mr Hunt,” the Ambassador said, shaking my hand. “Before you have a drink, these two gentlemen would like a word”

Two men in grey suits.