My visa expired at midnight.

A soldier with a massive neck, body bursting out of his uniform, buttons straining, machine gun slung down his back, saw me coming. John Candy blocked my way. He asked me where I was going.

UKRAINIAN FUDGE BY JAMES ROBERTOVICH MARTIN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 88

I reached the Ukraine border at 23:15. My Ukraine visa expired at midnight. Fifteen cars wer…

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