Dejected Valparaiso. Open-air museum&"we don't have clean towels, but everybody's welcome, irrespectively of the language, race, color of skin, religion, etc'" sort of hostel. That book of Bernard Pierre Wolff with New York's pictures was not for sale, that tiny city harbor was not for walkings (without sea-lions, but with salesmen of promotional gifts), a lot of stinky scum. On the plus side, Valpo still has some trolleybuses. It speaks in his favor, any place with trolleybuses - a trace of big culture presence. Like fucked commy USSR, I mean.
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