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3. I left Zurich. On a train. Bound for the alps. I left some smart clothes and anything heavy in a locker at the station. I bought some risotto meals from a Migros in the station, and some methylated spirits […]
3. I left Zurich. On a train. Bound for the alps. I left some smart clothes and anything heavy in a locker at the station. I bought some risotto meals from a Migros in the station, and some methylated spirits […]