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Archive for April 21st, 2009

We were piled three high on the sleeper train, six in a cabin.  The Russian up top went to bed right away and the Italian and the Argentinean couple went to go have some snacks in car number eight.  This left me with the lights off with the Ukrainian man.  

Him :  Are you French?

Me :  No.

Him :  British?

Me :  No.  American.

Him :  American, eh?  I visited Los Angeles.  The women were alright.

Me :  Yes, the women are alright.

Him :  Do you know what the say about Genoa?

Me :  They say lots of things, I imagine.

Him :  They say it has the most beautiful beaches in the world in Genoa, that the water is always warm and refreshing in Genoa and that the lemons are always ripe.

Me :  People say everything and nothing about most places.

The train had followed the coast and our window had a constant horizon, blue and more blue during the day but it was dark now and the moon bounced off the Mediterranean.  I took a sip of water through a provided plastic straw and he put his hand over his mouth to cover a wide smile.  

Him :  In Genoa, there are the most beautiful women.

Me :  They say that about most places and I still haven’t seen them.

Him :  Yes.  But in Genoa, they say you can call anyone any time during the night and they’ll answer.

Me :  What?

Him :  It could be three a.m. and if you want to talk to someone on the phone, you can just go right ahead and call.

Me :  Any time of day?

Him :  You just dial the number.

Me :  Sounds like heaven, Genoa.

Him :  Heaven indeed.

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