e c l e c t i c a n o n f i c t i o n
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When I was 12, I attended summer camp at the zoo with my brother. We stayed for a night hike. The camp counselors hid in the brush and pretended to kidnap one child at a time—I suppose until the crying got to them.
What am I, then, after 35 confusing years on the planet, besides skin stretched taut over bones?
Back to the Baltics
It was acceptable behavior in the Soviet Union to take an empty seat at a table where others were already sitting—and if one did so, the chances were that the other person or persons were not from the KGB. On the other hand, if an American diplomat sat down at an empty table he would quickly be joined by someone who was no doubt a cop.