Border crossing was a breeze, apart for a no man’s land in between scattered with car wrecks, lost in what used to be minefields.
Met along the way a convoy of Bergamo-based Senegalesi, fellow countrymen on their way home. We stopped and trade stories on crooks Moroccan policemen and the ups and downs of living in Northern Italy.
Met along the way a convoy of Bergamo-based Senegalesi, fellow countrymen on their way home. We stopped and trade stories on crooks Moroccan policemen and the ups and downs of living in Northern Italy.
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