Going off with the Gypsies

After I had lunch with Pepsi, he suggested I meet up with him after work. I got on the U6, again, at night, to walk to the biergarten in Schlossplatz.



The Iraqis wanted to know all kinds of things about America. I had no straight answers. Just, "Sometimes," "Not always," and "Well, it depends..." They wanted us to come back, and stay, but instead I went off to discover Tübigen.



Pepsi said we should go see where my brother lived and "make parties for Rafa's sister." I didn't realize that if I went, I'd be swept off into a current that might not ever let me come back.