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Just down from the heights:
It was all over, now I was released, I was giving up the struggle. I was
at the apex now; and I suddenly realized Nepal had not been in vain.
My mind had made a shift. A Spaniard gave me a five-hundred rupee
note, and it gleamed like gold to me, I sensed a turning point. I tried to
call Canada collect one last time, and a heavy police presence hovered
around Thamel, the Commies were crazed and cock-eyed as they sat on
the streets. They were refusing to move. So the police scraped them off
with clubs. It was simply brutal. Life in Nepal was like taking a piss.
This agonizing and delightful release was a constant. The Canadian was
out of town; it was hopeless. The Nepali operator had followed a
strange trail of machine messages only to reach a dead-end. Tibet was
lost. I wearily trudged back to the monastery across the sad landscape
of Kathmandu. It was a crisp and lonely night, only a glowing moon
kept me company on the long trek back to warmth and comfort and
food. Yuk, Kathmandu, what were the folks really thinking back home.
Had they really abandoned me?
BRRING
“Yeah, hello.”
“Is this Mr. Finberg?”
“He’s speaking .... “
“Yes, Mr. Finberg, this is Bill Daley, the third consul here at the
embassy. Mrs. Farlep is on vacation, and I have been reviewing the
cables concerning your case. The State department left several messages
on Dr. Groff’s answering machine you see, and none of the calls were
returned.”
“I see.”
“I strongly suggest you start planning your departure, your visa is
about to expire. We’ve had many cases .... “
SILENCE
187 pages into the journey