.Big city, Europa, July of 64.
It's 5AM. Weather blowing bitter off the Baltic.
Car slows beside him as he walks, hubcaps slow revolution, jaundiced looking
Pockmarked face round and windburn, short greasy black beard.
Couple of language stabs, settle on English.
It's cold.
I .
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