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Prologue"Shall we go then darling?" asked my wife, as she took yet another picture of me pointing at the monument and grinning inanely. "Ria, one more photo, please." I replied. "Make sure you get the actual words to prove we were here!" We were at the center of Europe, not far from a Franciscan Monastery, and just outside the little village of Kremnica Bane. A simple plinth, with the words "Stred Europy", marked the spot. We had made our way up a steep, windy road from Kremnica that morning, and found our way to the heart of Europe, more by luck than by judgement. Now we could say that we had stood at the middle of a continent, and we had taken the photos to prove it. And now... well... well that was it. There wasn't anything else to do here. There were no souvenir stands selling postcards from 'the center of Europe', Heart of Europe shaped badges, and books providing the proof that this really was the correct longitude and latitude. continued >> |
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