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After travelling on the night train from Burgas, on the Black Sea coast, to Pleven, Kristof needed a thorough bath (as we all did), so Rali washed him in a deep pan in her parents' bathroom. She told me later that her parents had washed her and her sister in the very same pan years ago.
Kristof wasn't very happy about taking this particular bath, until he saw me come to the doorway with the camera. No shrinking violet, our son...he immediately stopped crying, turned to face me, and smiled for the photo.
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