Ok I put my foot into it,mi will start. Incidentally,min the event NO ONE comes aboard, I have to be my own judge and jury. In the event that happens, I will be automatically judged as a no contest, and given, that it is ne’er impossible to become objective about one’s own self.
Here goes: It happened a long time ago, and there was a very famous person, who happened to be a relation a long time ago back in the old country, gave out introductions to me, whereby this countess, whose husband was a highly prized sculptor,who wished to learn English. At any rate this time was not long after the revolution, and German ceased to be the fashionable language of choice.
I was introduced, and I asked the lady what she would like to read first. I met the sculptor, who did the big Sztalin statue in freedom square, and I expressed my awe about his fame, whereupon he said something Which will always stay with me. he said, fame is something which always happens when one gives something to humanity.
So we started our English lesson, with Shakespeare's Richard III. After how this tableau worked out, I wished to openly to shout out to the whole neighberhood my need for a horse, to gallop away, away into the western horizon.
She did not fare very well with poor Richard, but between sonnets, we did exchange pleasantries, consisting of some such as, No, I really do not favor Western clothes, I like the feeling of comradeship that clothes manufactured HERE, can convey to it's wearer.
Well this got around somehow, and I was surprised how suddenly the same doors which prior to this incidence opened up for me, slammed shut. I became a piranha someone, not to be reckoned with.
There were repeat performances of this type of embarrassment, the final disgrace may be overly dramatic, and even politically too sensitive. I don't care, I comforted myself here on end, and I think they would have made allowences knowing this, and would even have given me a medal, for being pro system, in fact it backfired, and although the lady in question suffered only minor social setbacks. Such as not being invited to the higher echelons of comradeship, nevertheless, her best friend stopped inviting her to her get together. This was a time of very sensitive social measuring, and a mere misinterpreted glance may have been cause for a subsequent institutialization.
On the other hand, at the time it seemed amusing, and thought that those who heretofore seemed to project a very dubiously caring and disconcerting attitude, were demonizing me out of their own sense of vanity. Alas, that proved not to be the case.
There were several final straws, of whose memoir would actually be detrimental to my safety. It left there soon enough,mfor word got out that the army was looking for me, in order to enlist Me. That would have meant loosing my US citizenship, and never being able to reunite with my mom, who needed my consult, and would not have been able to make a decision between two boyfriends both of whom she was to wed next June.
Any one care to proceed with their own innuendo, and/or, proceed with an assesment of my own objectivity!