Thur. Dec. 20, 2018 – gulag sweet gulag

53F and drippy. Never got real rain yesterday, but misty drizzle made it dreary. Occasional sun helped.

Woke up dreaming I was someplace like NORK, or East Germany. Not clear if I was a prisoner or a guest, possibly both, or one then the other. The scene from Schindler’s List went through my brain… the slave in the factory – proud to be German, doing his best work.

Is that us? Will it be?

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