Daily Archives: December 23, 2016

death of the Caboose

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Wearing my blue Santa hat, and with the Caboose nicely adorned, I said good-bye to the friendly people of the hotel: Looking back it seems a little bit like decorating a sheep that’s about to be slaughtered. But I didn’t know that yet. So we walked out of Tashkent, the place that felt like a […]