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Then drive to down-town wherever, perhaps stopping at stores on the way or on the way back in the evening - to a bread or meat shop and a produce market. Downtown I might stop at an American Express to get a travelers check cashed or to purchase the kind of currency I needed for the country I was in or intended to go. I don't know what I did for lunch. Then I might take in a museum or a castle and or walk the streets and sit on benches in parks as a vague recollection before headed back to camp in the evening and with enough time before dark that I could get a dinner cooked usually boiled potatoes and vegetables, fried meat and maybe bread, tea and pipe.
As for memory I didn't have an historical context. That was my trouble. I only remember what connects to concepts, but much of that in great detail. I didn't bring a context from America. Why be a foreigner in a foreign land ?
I spent a lot of time in Athens when still in the army, walking the streets and sitting at beneath-tree cafe tables in summer evenings, learning how to seem native. Very unfamiliar territory. The idea here was, why try to translate it. It would only be a guess. It has nothing to do with me and where I grew up. It is a silent movie or rather, meaningless film. It is what it is - the feeling unscripted, unsigned and un-designated. Probably most of my memories are of a psychological nature, the philosophy of the human condition. I was traversing the land.
Travelling again through Belgium on my way to London, this time alone, I stopped at three breweries.
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