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I opened it up. I was going to fight. I became more and more afraid. Was that a couple more steps ? Then the thought occurred to me. All it can do is kill me ! Well kill me then ! - it is better than this ! And then I got angry. Who the F is this sonofits to scare the wits out of me ? Swearing and cursing out-loud and louder, I got up in my underwear and started up the scooter, then turned on the headlight and shone it in every direction. Nothing - nada but trees and shadows. Didn't matter. I couldn't stay there then. There still might be something there, and I could not take the chance. A child was murdered not to far away in Dover. There maybe sickos in the area. So I packed it all up. I pulled out and went to the main highway, which was the M1 to London. I just pulled off the side of the four-lane fast track, in full view of the hissing light-parade - in a field, where I could see three-hundred and sixty degrees surround, for miles and miles, if it were light and a little less in the dark.

I faced fear. I had a number of these events on this trip. There was the Sherlock Holmes and the no-alibi Dover murder case. There was the being held behind enemy lines, in a country which had no diplomatic relations with the US, namely the infamous East Germany, where I thought I could be held in a cell and subject to commie torture and brain-washing, that were so big in the fifties. Near death by accident but that didn't bother me. It happened so fast.

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