Sense?
The Ambassador’s Secretary came over to me with a glass of wine and a tray of nibbles.
“Have a drink, Richard,” she said, “you need it.”
I turned to say goodbye to the two men but they had disappeared.
Several drinks and lots of lovely food later, I was full and well sloshed!
“Time to go.” Barry said, and out I staggered. The guns were still on the corner of the square, but I was less worried about them.
At the Hotel, out of the stink, Barry asked “The dollar bar?”
“No,” said I, “I need my bed and sleep!”
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Neville Hunt about 2 years ago
Barry clearly had a strong constitution then!
As an aside, I remember being in Bulgaria in the late 90s when there was hyperinflation. The shops would only take dollars, while I had pockets and pockets of almost valueless Levs, the official currency. I wonder what the locals did.
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Richard Hunt about 2 years ago
Barry’s main objective in being there was to get new business. He was export manager to the western countries of the Soviet Union. The Ambassador’s Secretary was comely wench with a permanently filled tray of food and drink. The situation was not quite as dire as you describe, but then we paid for everything in dollars. I never even took Levs. We shall be driving out of Bucharest soon and the poverty out there was eye opening. I was a bit worried about this episode, because, although it is true, it doesn’t really go anywhere.
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Neville Hunt about 2 years ago
Sometimes you need to have drabbles that perhaps don’t seem to ‘go anywhere’ in order to take the story forward and/or fill in the potential gaps.
