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I flirted with an elderly woman. I didn't think I-could; somehow it was out of the question. Of even more fluster-me; was her husband came out of the back; and was jealous; he must have been about seventy; and gave me a hard-time, and she said, "Don't pay any attention to him. He is jealous." I didn't think old people got jealous. I didn't think they were like me or my younger anybody. I was shocked. And I liked her, and he didn't like-me. Wine was new to me, I preferred beer, and so I went and got drunk, and ranted and raved. Maybe I had read a bunch of Beatnik books and was imitating Jack Kerouac or somebody from a Russian novel, and now I was there.

My assessment of Israel was, if you are going to come in, where people already live and take over, you are going to have give a lot back, to make it all Kosher, but I couldn't see it. Same as in US. The good and bad side of town, like the black and white; but here it was Jews and Arabs. I said it wouldn't work, just from what I saw and heard at the time. The same two-class system. Anyway I decided to head to-home, and took a ferry from Haifa to Athens, or "Never on Sunday", Piraeus; I don't remember. It was there I would pick up my army Overseas Discharge Program return ticket home, from someone there.

Of the trip to Greece I only remember a large ship, old; and a storm again. I ate dinner, first evening-out, and went to the toilet, which was a long trough of running water, and was standing there, when suddenly the landing I was standing; dropped ten - fifteen feet sheer-gone, like an elevator.

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