You wanted to take the train to Berlin. Canada Consul say do not do that. You finally have your passport cleared and the police release you with a warning. You are not even an American antiques type but you just behaved silly more than a Canadian can usually have the testicalur brilliance to perform. not in public, anyway, we are Canadian. Quite. Modest. Ask my bride. Well no. She was nervous to begin with and seems to look at me with curious destiny in her eyes. I suggest we go see East Berlin that should cheer her up.
There we get to again meet the Mongol soldier.The very same who had intimidated me so much at the entry into the West at that border opening. How does this keep happening to me? She remains silent. You bump almost directly into the barrel of the gun of the manyou think of as Genghis. You try to jolly him along. Call me Franklin Roosevelt and i can work out some understanding here with Uncle Joe at the Gates. Sure you can, Mr President. and he will make promises and his eyes will gleam with what you are never sure.
Your heirs find out. So for any straw to meet him half way you begin to notice that his rifle barrel is very clean. You might point at it and give him your head nod and thumbs up on that, you think. Bad idea perhaps. Next time after we have been better introduced. The next day came, it turned out as will our mother earth, and as God would will, we were seeing our eyes meet again the next day at Hitlers Bunker. Hitlers Bunker! How could he have known? So here we were like me as a very small Arnold to his Genghis Khan hi there I'm baack.
So you get to be given special notice all over again. Very invigorating. I only need recall to this day and inhale deeply and sinus clears. Memory can serve in good ways as well as scary. So in later sight we see that some matters matter more than others. And some things you do not allow to long reside within within you if they speak of fear or evil. But half a life time later you can write about it after you have thought of what it was meant. Down at my insignifant level. At at the deep looming perspective of history.
It is best to experience that when you as I are twenty two and feel so free you inhale every gracious second of the time we are destined to breathe, with grace and glee. Can it get any better? Yes. Yes if we make it so. Get out more. Get out dam spot of bad memory. It happened. Let. It. Go. In the name of God let the bad be good for the futre and precious in what was good but love goes on forever while you bury your mutilated mother. And if you look into the skies and cry why oh God me? You get hailed on.
Thunder and lightning, wind and hail and floods and some of your family float away foever into deaths not expected. Why me God? No answer. We build those answers. Grand daughter's recital by sons warm eyes, daughters smile oh dad. Such is life. That will remain as long as the earth turns and there are fools angels and villains who breathe. You just read of such three all in their halo of doom at that moment the Mongol soldier who really could have sprayed me with bullets and so wished he dare.
Meanwhile there sat my bride and I. And me with he in an eye lock of destiny - I saw all cultures clashing in this moment. Now Canadians are welcome in Mongolia as most trusted to exploit their resources. Who in god's green earth could ever have guessed? Not moi.
Derek Dashwood enjoys noticing positive ways we progress, the combining of science into the humanities to measure politics, wise use and mis use of power and protective love at