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Of Iron and Bronze – 47

47. On the afternoon the competition ended I drove Ricky over to the airport for his flight back to the States. It was another day of brilliant sunshine and clear skies, and the highway and land seemed to stretch out … Continue reading

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Of Iron and Bronze – 46

46. Worlds came and went. Ricky and I attended some truly outstanding sessions, filled with the type of sporting drama you expect from the best of the best. There were upsets, like when an 85-kilo Armenian lifter—a favorite in the … Continue reading

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Of Iron and Bronze – 45

45. The next morning I had breakfast on the pension’s rooftop terrace. Aziz brought up a plate with cucumbers, tomatoes, cheese, olives, yogurt, and bread. I sat and ate, looking out at the sea and the curved arc of the … Continue reading

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Of Iron and Bronze – 44

  44. Hotel Moscow was a slice of Soviet paradise and kitsch located about 35 minutes from my pension in the city center. It was one of several bloated hotels that squatted like beached cruise ships on a stretch of … Continue reading

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Of Iron and Bronze – 43

43. My first moments on foreign soil were a curious admixture of terror and fascination, as I viewed the strange new world that was speeding by the cab’s window and tried not to focus on the terrifying ordeal of the … Continue reading

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