d perected tess held my hand and we crossed.

    terline provided safe footing, but cep.  t. o it as possible. At t instant, I o convert—or revert—and lay claim to my identity. tess and I   morning, affecting a European indifference to our  I  ot see t, I s  open o bring quot;socialism ; to ted Czecanks  roll in until August.

    tess loved trespass and skulked along tried to keep up  cunning. After a mile or so on our ermittent sprinkle fell t. t teady beat, but underneat rsteps became audible. It oo dark to make out any figures, but I er.

    quot;?quot; tess s eyes darted about, and surned o side. t on coming, and o run. Sook one last look over cess stopped our progress and ormentors. tared back at us, indifferently cheir cuds.

    Soaked,  forest and found t iable sigruck stopped, and ted y t ;C; to  in and rode atop a mountain of potatoes for a o t Czec my eyes on t we were being followed.

    Like floores ed in pale pastels, te and yelloaupe and verdigris. s of Cruck no c parked at a crazy angle before toe direction, o find someone ured German. e sel side  us for a full ty seconds. Across t ture of t a ramsel near ted to trigger memories of Gustav Ungerland, but noted expectations, conjured along too  was as if I ed.

    Inside a dark and smoky bar, o let us dine on sausages and boiled potatoes, and a dank tle of East German er our meal, aircase to a tiny room ess and I lay on our backs in our jackets and boots on too tense, tired, and excited to move.