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I am whateverhappens. I need a context here. Well there is the doer. He has to act on conditions in the field, and make the best decisions possible. After that there is the cast of characters. Relive similar scenes from a host of character contexts. Of which character was this circumstance-appropriate. The point-man out-front, the first to get-shot, or the follow-up behind ? Reality as whatever. God as whatever.

I prostrated myself before the world. I kissed the ground of sentry-tracked boots on West German black-top so glad was to get out of the East. The guard-west was a smart-ass. Passport. "Where is your USA sticker ?" he demanded ! I had no sticker on my scooter. I didn't want people to know I was USA. "It is the law" he said and demanded a few dollars for the sticker. He affixed onto my scooter himself.

Now I was free. All I had to do was pay for it. Was something of a gut-wrench. Money - I'll get it somehow. Yea-right - I excepted the USA sticker straight into the glove compartment, as soon as I turned the corner. Do I look soul-sold ? But he made the point and I thought very quintessential, fortuitous timing. I commit to want. I commit to capitalism. I commit to want generates civil society. But I did not convert.

In all this wallabaloo, the West Berlin woman who I had engaged in Bergen was there somewhere. I had her address. I made a minor effort but not much. I couldn't find it on a map. I could not find it at all. No luck. I remember a Berlin afternoon-autumn, slant-light and a street-parked phone-booth, traffic - busy and bustle, looking in the book of phone.

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