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Saturday, January 31, 2026
Without knowing the langauge, I asked how do you tell them apart from the environmentalist protestors? They all wear black.
"The torches."
In 2018, I saw my first Neo-nazzzi rally curving down a Balkan street. American horror story in Europe, to be sure.
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