Every time Akis Agorastos drives back over the border from Bulgaria to Serres, the northern Greek town where he was born, his blood pressure rises a little.
The shuttered shops, myriad "for rent" signs, derelict factories and empty streets fill him with gloom. "Anger and sadness overwhelm me," said the entrepreneur. "I grab the steering wheel a little tighter and feel my pulse rise.
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