“Do you know where Old Fulton St is?” the sweating stranger asked. The fire burning in his eyes suggested a man on a mission. We did the old “we’re strangers here ourselves”, and I started to get the map out, but he was gone already, hollering at a cop on the next block.


From running news on Greek real estate

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