He’s always seemed a bit of an ‘old soul’ to me, familiar and warm; I picked this idea up along with some German grammar a couple years back while traveling through the former East.  Before I found him, this sort of connection remained only a bit of gypsy lore, a fairy tale I bought for an American dollar and a vodka shot from a Romanian immigrant selling stories alongside the colorful robes he wove outside of the St. Petersburg market place.

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