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3 is my lie. He did get beaten up, real bad. But it was by two German bodybuilders. He danced ( and probably more) with a girl they were travelling with and they jumped him in the village square. The photos were hideous.

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As compared with my relatively bland life, you two ladies have had much excitement!

1. I took a foray on the Congo River. I saw monkey’s heads being sold from pirogues (canoes). One person fell overboard, but was rescued. He was the person who steered the pirogue; he had lost a monkey head in the river which would yielded him a weeks’ wages had he sold it.

2. I was on the border between Niger and Nigeria in West Africa. Somebody was selling a red substance. Not knowing it was petrol, one thirsty woman partook of that “fruit punch.” She survived, though.

3. I was in a bush taxi in Guinea, again in West Africa. It became stranded because of a bad alternator or something. It was dusk. Fortunately, while I, with 15 others, waited for another bush taxi, I fortunate to behold the view of many baobob trees seemingly hugging each other.....and the Spectrum of the Rainbow Sky. It almost made me believe in a Supreme Being.

Are any of these true? Alas, no!

Here goes:

1. I was within a few hundred meters of Asia—yet couldn’t find the time to cross that bridge!

2. I almost missed my ship in Dubrovnik, Croatia because no bus was coming towards the ship. I had to just about sprint a mile to get to the ship with maybe 15 minutes to spare.

3. I joined a soccer (football) game in Bali, Italy....right along the coast. Somehow, being short, I got around some defenders, and scored a goal.

1. I used to slide under my bedroom dresser / bureau (it was raised on short legs), to write secrets on the wood underneath with a stubby little pencil. I wrote hundreds of lists, diary entries and predictions during a span of many years. For example, I tried to guess the date I would lose my virginity, move to NYC, get married, have babies, etc.

2. I wrote teeny tiny books in microscopic print. The books were about 2x2". I sewed the pages together with thread. The covers were bound with mini-scraps of wallpaper. You would need a magnifying glass to read them. I was floored when I saw that the Bronte children (particularly Charlotte and Branwell), did exactly the same.

3. I wrote letters to myself and kept them in a shoebox, to be opened on specific dates in the future. I still have a few of them, unopened, to read in the future. Most of them were meant to be read on specific birthdays.

#1. I sense that losing your virginity wasn’t one of your top priorities

It most certainly wasn't, but I still thought about it (more like an obligation). I liked making predictions so that was included on the list. #1 is true. I have tried to crawl back under that desk but I'm too far-sighted to read anything I wrote when it's an inch from my face. (I think the word is far-sighted? I can't see up close).

So, 1 was true.
2 is true.

3 is my lie. I always wanted to do that, and thought about doing so, but I was afraid of someone finding the letters which would likely sound corny, and embarrass me. Instead I have always "prayed" to my new age on the night before my birthday ("Dear Ten, I hope you will be...."). I remember saying goodbye to single digits and turning ten very well. I was an odd child, yes indeed.

^^ those miniature books are too sweet.

1. Being so terrified of flying, on several occasions I wrote goodbye letters to nearest and dearest before boarding a plane. I destroy them when I return home.
2. I treat airports somewhat as an anteroom to hell. I do very strange things. Thinking I might only have hours to live, I buy very strange objects I would not normally buy. I have a pair of Prada boots, I would never have spent money on usually. A pair of expensive sunglasses and a mulberry handbag. Usually I buy all my clothes second hand.
3. Once on a transatlantic flight I once fell asleep and woke up holding a Hasidic Jew's hand.

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^^ thinking yours is the Bari football game!

Odd....but unique, and smart, and probably very nice (except, perhaps, for your “punk” phase).

I didn’t get along with people who were “avant-garde” while I was in high school. They tended to see me as “not worth their time” because they were so “sophisticated.”

#2 for Elsa. I believe she was too overwhelmed at airports to think of such mundane things as shopping for Prada boots.

The entirety of my first statement was false, I never entered a swimming race when I was 14.








Personally, I didn't think it was that bad. There was no official name for it, but several of the students referred to the class as such. For the first few weeks of secondary, I had been going to form as per usual. One day when I walked up to my form room there was a woman who was stood waiting for me. To my surprise she called out my name and led me into an empty classroom where we had a discussion about how I was settling in at school. Then she explained that she had talked to my form tutor, and that I was to report to a certain classroom instead of going to form for a few weeks. I also got to miss some PE lessons. During our conversation I asked if the sessions were optional, and she explained that they weren't.

After that she led me into a room where another teacher was stood at the front and a few other students were sat down at their desks. The two talked for a short while before the woman who had led me there left. Our teacher was nice to us, perhaps even to the point of coddling. We would fill in booklets, and do trust exercises together in pairs. The only homework given in that class was to bring in a picture of ourselves. During the next session we had to stand at the front and hold this picture whilst talking about ourselves to the rest of the class for a short while. Yes, it was as awkward as it sounds. "Hi, so um, this is a picture of me, obviously, um, er, yes, well, facts about me, hmm, er..." *Looks at teacher with a "please help me" expression*

The trust exercises were somewhat entertaining though, we formed into pairs and one of the exercises involved guiding each other around an obstacle course made out of tables whilst taking it in turns to wear a blindfold. Another time we switched rooms and had to work together using stage equipment to get to the other side of the room without touching the floor.

Once all the initial awkwardness was out of the way it was alright, albeit sometimes felt a bit pointless.

I was in Bari, there was a football game going on.....yet I just watched. These guys were good!

Anybody like “The Girl From Ipanema”?

I think of Isabella as being a little like that young woman.

1. My father took me on a speedboat to a seafood restaurant in Sandy Hook, NJ when I was 17.

2. We had sort of a funny time. I flirted with an older woman.

3. The older woman decided she wanted my number.

I think 3 ?

I don't know the movie / song. Shall I look it up, or just imagine?

It’s only a song. You would like it. As sung by Astrud Gilberto, with sax played by Stan Getz.

#3 is correct. She had no interest in me.