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Seems like it was the smack-dab middle of Bulgaria. We had stopped at a restaurant for mid-day repast. When leaving I pulled out and started driving in the wrong direction. She pointed it out and I had to make a U-turn. And I did it on the white-cobblestone highway - right-around. You could see for miles in both directions, in a saucer-plain with no cars. It was flat-fielded land. Traffic was very light in all of Bulgaria. But there was a cop in the restaurant parking lot. He pulled us over. I had not a clue what to do here. We would soon be out of the country. She handled it all. I have to bribe-him she said. How do you do that ? She knew. Don't remember the intermediary language used. She passed-him money in some way-wishing I could remember. And away we went.

Let's assume the scenario. What are the ramifications ? I thought of some-of-it. I go where she goes. Does she stay in Istanbul, go to London or want to be an American ? I do what she says. No idea. I am her driver, her-servant. I what: have to immigrate to a place I've never-been, and knew little about ? I would love the love of loving to love. I am her. I am so-her and so-he. What have we got her ? We got here. There is nothing-else but her body. I have her body. I don't know her mind. It's a mystery. I can never know it. It is the labyrinth of the bazaar. I worship her body. It is feeling-alone. I would attend her every-wish. I would be her body, and she would be my mind.

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