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So I rode all-out to the other side of the city to the Russian barricade, through the back streets and on the main boulevards. The East Berliner's reaction to my hair and beard was more noticeable than anywhere else in Europe aside from Portugal. The reaction of the West Germans is quite noticeable as well. So it was a good experience.

There was a two hour hold-up getting back out. It is my conjecture from my observations, that a passport control guard, typical of some American army sergeants I have known very stupid, decided that I might be worth keeping around awhile. After a number of uniformed officers more educated came around to look at me, I again conjecture that they decided I wouldn't have been worth it all.

My confession by Rudyard Quipenkeeps. I gave up. I raised my hands in the air. "You got me," I said, "right where you want me". So what have we got here ? Lets run through the options. What are the under-stoods ? "You want me-see. I don't want you. I have no beef. I am clean as a whistle, peaches and cream as a new-born babe. That is the eternal truth. You want to gesticulate here ? You are playing with fire.

I-from a supra-semi-secret-super army discharged honorably who knows nothing and was just a clerk see." The mind's guy, who thought me CIA for all I could-guess. There was no telling how stupid this three-stooge sergeant was. However there was some reality to it. I was in a bonb-disposal unit that had the plans to every bomb, shell or missle that had ever been built, in wall-safes and on the premises. I was too stupid and too innocent to be really scared but I could have been in big trouble as related in my short story Walls.

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