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The most awful night
Later I leave Nova Zagora town. At 20 o’clock a strong north wind appears – not easy for the tent to be right but I press it to the ground. I reinforce it by my legs and hands insaid it, but after midnight I am constrained to fold the tent, so I have the nice possibility to count the stars on the sky. In the morning the wind stops.