Letter from Bulgaia
Self explanatory, I trust. Dear David (if I may), Frankly speaking, I thought you were joking when you wrote that you were about to send me a couple of T-shirts. But, believe it or not, a parcel arrived this morning with the shirts therein! It is amazing, I had to pinch myself. I brought them to class and my students liked them so much that I had to donate them to the best two students. I also ironed the Wallstreet Journal which is actually an oddly shaped newspaper and opened it proudly in the university cafeteria. Gossip ceased and everybody looked at me flabbergasted. Why is it wrinkled, someone asked. Because censorship is back, I retorted. There you are, no shirt finally, but a very big "thanks" for the wonderful gesture. I hope that you will be able to amass some other T-shorts before Christmas or rather in time for my birthday which falls on 23rd December. I always say that I was born between Stalin (21st December) and Jesus (25th December), so I must have ...