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Well, there you have it — the second largest building in the world (the largest is Pentagon), a deranged man’s dream.
Bucharest is a strange and fascinating city. Of everything, really, except tourists, cause I saw maybe, like, five during the entire day. And no tourism industry — I couldn’t even find a place to buy postcards. But after a day of stomping around and narrowly avoiding heat stroke a couple of times, I think I get it.
