6/1/00 3:19 am (9am here)
Brussels airport. Sat next to a
fella named Charlie - virologist and German wine importer. Ate only the
food I brought (macadamias and Hebrew National salami) and drank only tea and
water. Napped about 2 hours.
I finally made a contribution yesterday. I deliberated about whether to continue in my absence, at length deciding to stay on until one of the following happened: a) the game ends; b) my account goes below -12k; c) ----- gets out; d) any majority of side bettors gets out; e) ----- smells a rat. I pray for favorable results.
Memory flooding my consciousness,
memories of nearly seven years - sieben Jahre - wondering at how far
away it seemed until only very recently, how much things there have changed,
how much I've changed.