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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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through the Straits of Bosphorus, retracing again our stops of March 1929 in Allons. The Persepolis now, however, was shimmering in the AUgust heat that arose from the parched earth that have the crumbling marbles. From the seaport of Athens, [Pireus?] boarded our French ship and returned to Marseilles with another stopover in Naples. This affected us another drive along the exciting seacoast of Italy - the famous drive. From Marseilles we traversed the remaining distance Paris by mail. Up to Moscow on these travels I was able to obtain milk - boiled milk in Russia. While the others ate cucumbers and raw tomatoes for breakfast, and Boersch at noon, and drank vodka at night, I was persistently biased about my debauches. I so consistently took plainly boiled carrots and "happy toe" -- boiled water at mealtime. Somehow I could never abide bottled water, therefore I tried to get enough liquid in the form of boiled water with meals. Of course I was particular and choosey about what I ate. I had every reason to be careful with my stomach history and behavior. Withall, I didn't fare so badly. There was always delicious bread -- grayish white in tone, perfectly bland in texture -- always fowl, though often inadequately corked; cowpoles; eggs; tea and caviar. On this food however, minus milk, I began to have more and more severe stomach difficulty. Through the Ukraine, moreover, I was completely felled with a devastating surge of hay fever. Something that certainly didn't like me certainly didn't pull its punches. I have never had hay fever outside the United States except in the Ukraine, which makes me think, than possibly must be some weed that grows in wheel-bearing sections and that ripens about harvest time which bothers me greatly. The same attacks go with the harvest season when I am in the middle west. The Colorado my hay fever is perhaps worst of all for I have such toll-taking sieges throughout the growing season. In Russia about this time, my stomach became rather uncertain and I began regurgitating all over the place. Further-
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through the Straits of Bosphorus, retracing again our stops of March 1929 in Allons. The Persepolis now, however, was shimmering in the AUgust heat that arose from the parched earth that have the crumbling marbles. From the seaport of Athens, [Pireus?] boarded our French ship and returned to Marseilles with another stopover in Naples. This affected us another drive along the exciting seacoast of Italy - the famous drive. From Marseilles we traversed the remaining distance Paris by mail. Up to Moscow on these travels I was able to obtain milk - boiled milk in Russia. While the others ate cucumbers and raw tomatoes for breakfast, and Boersch at noon, and drank vodka at night, I was persistently biased about my debauches. I so consistently took plainly boiled carrots and "happy toe" -- boiled water at mealtime. Somehow I could never abide bottled water, therefore I tried to get enough liquid in the form of boiled water with meals. Of course I was particular and choosey about what I ate. I had every reason to be careful with my stomach history and behavior. Withall, I didn't fare so badly. There was always delicious bread -- grayish white in tone, perfectly bland in texture -- always fowl, though often inadequately corked; cowpoles; eggs; tea and caviar. On this food however, minus milk, I began to have more and more severe stomach difficulty. Through the Ukraine, moreover, I was completely felled with a devastating surge of hay fever. Something that certainly didn't like me certainly didn't pull its punches. I have never had hay fever outside the United States except in the Ukraine, which makes me think, than possibly must be some weed that grows in wheel-bearing sections and that ripens about harvest time which bothers me greatly. The same attacks go with the harvest season when I am in the middle west. The Colorado my hay fever is perhaps worst of all for I have such toll-taking sieges throughout the growing season. In Russia about this time, my stomach became rather uncertain and I began regurgitating all over the place. Further-
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