plan b

    Today, at around 3:00 in the afternoon, I met with a comfortable and outgoing gentleman who interested himself in the roots of my names and intentions here in Germany.  I met him in his home.  As I walked in, I noticed my information already sitting on the living room table.  Everything was in its right place, and you didn't have to look around much to notice that.  You know some one is a good designer when you don't have to examine anything closely to feel their intentions.  The only thing that caught my eye was a book on Mao's China, and only because I had read "I CHING" written down its spine in bright yellow letters.
     He was charming.  He charmed me.  He had slicked back black hair, dyed it seemed.  He asked questions about my parents, about Austria, Holland, Korea.  Eventually I stopped answering and smiled. He looked down nervously to try and collect his thoughts before we got to business.  In the pause I had the chance to look at his couch, his kitchen, his flip flops and his fancy pajamas.  "I am sorry I look like this, I did not expect you so early," in German, of course.  "Don't worry, you look better than I do," I replied, smiled and he looked down at his crotch, which he had covered in papers and pamphlets.

     He sold me my health insurance.  My loins moaned deeply.


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