The Long Wait for a Tiny Republic: A Connection Across Borders
  The world felt very small in the early months of 2020. I spent most of my time looking out the window of my second-floor flat. Every day was exactly the same. I drank the same coffee and watched the same birds on the roof. My life was a loop of work calls and microwave meals. I wanted to talk to someone who lived a completely different life. I needed a reason to look past my own four...
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