Restaurant for dinner. The restaurant was well-appointed, having a ring of linen-covered tables on a raised platform curving around the main floor. We sat at table on the raised section and immediately beneath us was a string ensemble. Dick leaned over, handed the maestro a gratuity and requested a selection from the operetta
The men played so excellently that I suspected they were members of the renowned Leipzig
in season. During our dinner we were joined by a West German orange salesman who said he served in an anti-aircraft battery in Hamburg during the war. Dinner: VM27' ($11.74)
Later outside we parted company, Dick to the home of a private family who took in guests at Fairtime and I along the Tr�ndlinring to the International on a balmy late evening. Fritz greeted me at the lift. I was opening a pack of cigarettes. When I saw how he looked at them I offered him the pack. �Nein, nein. Nur Eins." He took just one, ran it across under his nose approvingly, nodded, �Amerikanische Zigaretten. Nach Abendessen." for after dinner. He carefully put it in his shirt pocket and patted it.
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Sunday September 4 - The Leipzig Fall Fair opened at noon. Left photo below, taken prior to the opening, shows Zoltan Merszei, Dow Chemical Company CEO, Mrs. Bolen and Ambassador Bolen greeting DDR chief of state Erich Honecker, virtually invisible (along with Prime Minister Willi Stoph) behind a pig-pile of photographers. In the right photo, Herr Honecker shakes hands with Mr. Bolen. I had expected to be able to photograph the occasion peacefully but was rudely pummeled on all sides by coverging camera-hounds
AMBASSADOR BOLEN AND LEADER HONECKER AND RUDE CAMERAMEN
TWO BIOGRAPHIES
1. Ambassador David B. Bolen was appointed by President Carter as Ambassador to the Deutsche Demokratische Republik in 1977. He was born in 1923. He attended the University of Colorado where as a track star he ran the 100-yard dash in 9.5 seconds, and was the first UC student athlete to qualify for the Olympics, running in the 440. After military service in World War II he graduated from UC with honors in 1950. In 1960 he received a Masters Degree in Public Administration from Harvard. In 1966-67 he attended National War College senior training in foreign affairs. In 1974-1977 Mr. Bolen was Ambassador to Botswana, Lesotho and Swaziland. In 1977 Mr. Carter appointed him Ambassador to the DDR. He presented ambassadorial credentials August 22, 1977 (only a few days before I arrived there myself).
2. Staatsratsvorsitzender Erich Honecker born 1912, was General Secretary of the Socialist Unity Party and Chairman of the Council of State (Staatsratsvorsitzender) of the DDR from 1971 until 1989. In 1961 he oversaw construction of the Berlin Wall. After the Wall came down in 1989 he fled to the Soviets but when the Soviet Union dissolved he was deported to a reunified Germany where he was tried for treason and other crimes, including the deaths of 192 Germans who tried to escape the DDR. He was sentenced to life but due to terminal cancer, he was released from prison and died in exile in Chile in 1994
After the Bolens left the U.S. BDO it became crowded with the curious. We plunged right in as visitors approached and began answering their technical questions. Literature began to fly out of the racks. Immediately we had to limit distribution to commercial and Party officials because students would have wiped us out by evening.
When the Fair closed for the day, Dick, Associated Press correspondent Steve Miller (who had been very helpful to us), myself and a couple of other folks went to one of the most historic restaurants in the world -
Auerbachs Keller.
The restaurant has operated continuously since it was was founded in 1525. Patrons over the centuries include Martin Luther, who preached and introduced the Reformation to Leipzig at nearby Thomaskirche on May 25, 1539. Johann Sebastian Bach was musical director at Thomaskirche from 1723 until his death in 1750.
On May 12, 1789, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart played the organ at the church. Johann Wolfgang Goethe attended Leipzig University from 1765 till 1768. The place was a favorite haunt of Goethe, and in his play, Faust, there is a scene in Auerbachs Keller. Richard Wagner was born in Leipzig in 1813 and lived there. Felix Mendelsohn-Bartholdy led the Gewandhaus Orchester in Leipzig from 1835 till 1847. Robert Schumann And Mendelsohn founded the Conservatory of Music in 1846. Many other great people patronized the restaurant over the centuries. For example, I dined there September 4, 1977. Home
Monday September 5 - While calm prevailed in Leipzig, DDR, turmoil gripped the Bundesrepublik across the border, which I had left only a few days previously. In what became known as
�Deutscher Herbst� (German Autumn), on September 5 Hanns-Martin Schleyer, president of the German Employers' Association, was kidnapped by the Red Army Faction, a terrorist organization also known as the Baader-Meinhof Gang after two of its leaders. They held him demanding release of RAF prisoners. (A Lufthansa plane was later hijacked by the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine. The Baader-Meinhof demand was refused, Schleyer was killed and imprisoned gang members were found dead in their cells. (This grievous situation and other factors were to affect my departure from Europe, as you will see later).
Meanwhile at the Fair I visited the Dow office. They told me that Dow and the East Germans were discussing DDR technology for conversion of lignite coal to fuels and petrochemicals. Dow had lignite deposits in Texas and the DDR had updated Fischer-Tropsch technology. German scientists Franz Fischer and Hans Tropsch developed a process in the 1920s to convert lignite and other hydrocarbons into liquid motor fuels and lubricants. During WW II Germany, which had no oil reserves, derived as much as 124,000 barrels a day of fuel from 25 such plants, but it wasn't nearly enough. The invasion of the Soviet Union involved occupation of Rumania and its Ploesti oilfields and refineries, which supplemented supplies until the Soviets retook the fields later on.
After the war, German scientists recruited by the U.S. Bureau of Mines continued to work on synthetic fuels in Texas in a program initiated by the Synthetic Liquid Fuels Act - the Carthage-Hydrocol Process sponsored chiefly by The Texas Company and the Stanolind Process sponsored by Amoco. When government funding ran out, the projects were jettisoned as "technological successes and commercial failures."
Knowing the high cost of this process, I still followed developments at the fair because in 1974 the Organization of Petroleum Exporting Countries (OPEC), mainly Arab nations, had put an embargo on shipments of crude oil to the U.S. and Europe. European refineries had a one-day supply of crude when a settlement was reached. All importing nations were seeking alternative supplies. Could it be that Fischer-Tropsch technology would be used by Dow?
Along came dinner-time. After work Dick and I left the BDO and went to the Jenny Marx Restaurant. Yes, this beanery was named after Karl's sister. The East Germans, under Soviet domination, had renamed a whole city, Chemnitz, Karl-Marx Stadt, and it was Karl Marx this and Karl Marx that - Karl Marx University, Boulevard, Street, Alley, Road, Building, Outhouse, whatever - all over the DDR.
We were joined at table by a staid, dignified Swedish gentleman, Michael Odervall, Second Secretary of the Swedish Embassy in Berlin. Right away it was fun. He spoke German but no English and Dick spoke neither German nor Swedish - so immediately I found myself trying to translate what he said in German for Dick, and then trying to convert Dick's English responses into German for the Swedish diplomat.
As I recall, Mr. Odervall was responsible for selling Volvo limousines to high DDR government officials, because that's what they rode around in (No Wartburgs or Trabants for them). Anyway, he started right out: �Leipzig ist ein' heilige Stadt, denn man fasten zwischen Messen." This took some explanation. I said to Dick in English that Mr. Odervall's statement meant that Leipzig is a holy city because they fast between Masses. (In German, Messe can mean Mass as well as Fair). Between Fairs, it's beer, bread and potatoes, but during the Fairs out come the oranges, along with meat, fresh vegetables and other scarce commodities.
The Jenny Marx menu contained an overwhelming selection of beers - a page of columns of fine print. When the waitress came to take orders I chose Pilzn, the original Pilsener beer from Czechoslovakia (why not?) but Mr. Odervall, after poring over the extensive list, ostentatiously but politely complained to her that the various beers designated as premium, aged Uralt were far too expensive and that he would take a regular brand of beer instead. I looked at the menu and discovered that the Uralt beers cost one Pfennig more than the regular beers. I explained to Dick what all the fuss was about. In sum, Mr. Odervall was funny and the evening was enjoyable.
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Tuesday September 6 - Dr. Ernst Reiss, Dr. A.S. Steinert and F. Cerwenka of the
Akadamie der Landwirtschaftswissenschaften der DDR (Academy of Agricultural Sciences of the DDR) visited the stand and requested a copy of the only biochemicals reference guide we had. I couldn't give it to him 1. because it was our sole copy and 2. it was full of return address cards, which were not permitted by the DDR. A bunch of Soviets wandered through but were reluctant except in two or three instances to give their names. They were directed to other U.S. offices for help.
Meanwhile in my wanderings about the hall I began to collect cards from a spectrum of people and companies such as Helen Semler, a consultant with Chase World Information Corporation, Dr. Hans Bundy and Dr. Manfred F. Beckemeyer of American Cyanamid's Cyanamid Europe - Mideast - Africa subsidiary, Dr. Peter Bellingham and M.N.R. Goodden from ICI, Leslie Colitt from NBC Radio News in Berlin, Melvin Duncan of Union Carbide Austria and others from UOP, Shell Chemical, Gates Rubber and on and on.
Then it was back to the Falstaff for dinner and off to bed.
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Wednesday September 7 � I visited with a nice gentleman from Poland, Mgr. Piotr Zelenski of the Instytut Przemyslu Skorzanego, of Lodz. He told me that Poland had bought DuPont's Corfam business. DuPont had introduced the material as the first poromeric imitation leather in 1963, for the shoe and leather-goods market. It was very durable but unlike leather, would not conform to the foot and lacked breathability. (Clunk, clunk, clunk! Yours truly can testify to that). DuPont had spent millions on Corfam but gave up on it in 1971 as a train-wreck. Stifling a smile. I thought, it would be just like Poland to buy up something like that. Good luck to them!
Meanwhile, my efforts to discover more about East German lignite technology took an unexpected turn when Dr. Hein Klare of Akademie der Wissenschaften der DDR who probably knew more about such matters than anyone else at the time, offered to write an article for my paper about the latest developments. Some 30 years later, I still await the promised article. I long ago gave up standing on one leg and holding my breath.
A highlight of the Leipzig Fall Fair was a soiree for participants sponsored by the DDR Chamber of Foreign Trade Kammer F�r Aussenhandel. The reception, with tables heaped with delicacies, was held in the Kongresshalle, an ornate edifice on Dr.-Kurt-Fischer-Stra�e. I dressed in my suit with a white shirt and string tie which drew praise from Helen Semler. Arm-in-arm we strode from Interhotel International to a waiting conveyance to the reception.
Left - The ornate Leipzig Kongre�halle, right - Reception ticket stub
For a while Dick and I stood in a solarium aside from the milling throng, discussing activities at the U.S. BDO. Of all the requests we had received for goods and services the likeliest seemed to be from Rumania for a crawler crane shovel. Dick had fired off a Telex to Henning Vontillius, chief of the BEWT in Vienna. I don't know what happened to that request and have no idea that any business of substance was conducted. Following the reception I returned to the International and dined VM 34'90' (U.S. $15.17).Home
Thursday September 8 - The BDO got word that Ambassador Bolen was coming down from Berlin for a ministerial meeting with State Secretary Dr. Gerhard Beil, First Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Foreign Trade, and a trade delegation of his associates that afternoon. Object of the meeting was to discuss progress and future planning in trade negotiations with American firms.
In the late morning Mr. and Mrs. Bolen arrived and were interviewed by Wilfried Hoffmann of Allgemeiner Deutscher Nachrichtendienst (ADN) the East German news service covering the Fair. The staff of the U.S. BDO
then met with the Ambassador. Privately I reported to him on the substance of what I had learned, namely that Dow and the DDR were negotiating a technology exchange on brown coal-to-liquid-fuels, petrochemicals and lubes, and that because of U.S. and world concern about OPEC and possible world oil shortages, the current situation was no longer reflective of East-politik or West-politik, but Oil-politik
I also said that whatever it looked like, not much was really going to happen because, as one U.S. industry source had told me years earlier about the failed Bureau of Mines Fischer-Tropsch plants, "Oil is liquid and flows out of a pipeline. And even though coal comprises some 80 percent of U.S. hydrocarbon reserves,it is solid, abrasive, corrosive, expensive to move, and generally a bitch to handle." Further, I said I had seen the display of East German chemical facilities on the main floor and it seemed to me the technology they offered was dated and it was doubtful U.S. companies would show much interest.
Left - Ambassador and Mrs. Bolen are interviewed by Wilfried Hoffmann of the
Allgemeiner Deutsche Nachrichtrendienst East German news service.
Right - Ambassador Bolen prepares for the upcoming afternoon ministerial meeting.
After lunch Ambassador Bolen continued to study documents in his office. At 1500 DDR State Secretary Dr. Gerhard Beil, First Deputy Minister of Foreign Trade, entered the U.S. BDO followed by Directors General Siebold Kirsten and Dr Werner Forster, Deputy Director General Steger and Dr. Fritz Schmied. Dr. Beil announced that at the end of September a DDR technology contract lasting through 1984 would be concluded for the exploitation of Dow's lignite deposits in Texas. Also the deal called for import of unspecified chemicals from Dow.
Dr. Beil also said that the American firm Honeywell had been awarded a contract to provide instrumentation for the Schwedt refinery, the DDR's largest. Other matters were discussed, as Alan Parker translated for Mr. Bolen, who briefly acknowledged my help in speaking about brown coal techology. As I sat at the foot of the table I realized that the meeting had been well-orchestrated on all sides. There was no nonsense, we stood, a quick toast was imbibed and the meeting dissolved about 1540.
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Friday September 9 - I attended a ceremony at the Monsanto office where the company was awarded a gold medal for improving rubber technology through a newly-developed chemical, "Santogard PVI," a pre-vulcanization inhibitor. Standing left in the left photo is Dr. Georg Wilde; next left, Ian M. Clifford of Monsanto Europe SA, Director, Rubber Chemicals - Europe, who received the MM award on behalf of Monsanto. Next to him is Dr. Hartmut Rosin, DDR Director of the Bureau of Standardization, Measurement & Testing, and to his left is Uwe G�rlt, Director of the Department of Advertising of the Leipzig Fair Office, who presented the gold medal award.
The photo at right shows one of the aisles of the chemical exhibits in
Halle 6. This building and others at the Fair were much larger than airplane hangars. There were catwalks where men in long white lab coats walked back and forth well above the displays on the floor below. I was told on good authority that these men were lip-readers and were trying to pick up on conversations held in the aisles and in the exhibits and displays which had no ceilings. Some of the participants' offices did have ceilings and there was never any sign of people exiting or entering these places. Paranoia? I don't think so.
Men with gold Communist Party pins on their lapels began showing up. Dr. Werner Pl�tner, first deputy representative of the general directorate (1er Stellvertreter des Generaldirectors of VVB Chemieanlagen (the association of chemical apparatus works) and Heinz Keller, director of VEB Maschinen-und Apparatebau Grimma visited us and summed up the crux of U.S.-DDR participation in the Fair. Said Dr. Pl�tner, "We are a nation of only 17 million people. To help redress the balance of trade between ourselves and the U.S.A. we would like to set up arrangements whereby we can offer our chemical technology to the U.S." They gave me a bunch of literature.
In the evening I dragged myself back to Interhotel International for dinner and my rear end followed some time later. Some ladies at the hotel asked me about my day and I explained in German, "This morning I was two meters high, now I am only one meter high."
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Saturday September 10 - More Party pins this morning when Dr. rer. nat. Wolfgang Lahr of
VVB Chemieanlagen Leipzig and Ing. Rolf Peter of
VEB Maschinen-und Apparatebau Grimma Chemieanlagenbaukombinat graciously and patiently walked me through a grand tour of their numerous wares on the exhibit floor. I remember climbing into a polyvinyl chloride polymerizer tank and a huge lime-soda calciner at a soda ash exhibit. There was also a scale model of a normal paraffins plant on display.
By this time I was really exhausted. After a few visitors came in for chats, the American contingent including Dick Bell of BEWT, Alan Parker of State and sundry others got together for dinner in the evening at the Falstaff and we blasted on our last evening in Leipzig. I don't remember much, but I remember our sense of relief that the party was over and we drank to that. I navigated back to the Interhotel International, conceding to Fritz the liftboy I was Ein bi�chen besauft.
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Sunday September 11 - I settled with the Interhotel International in Leipzig (VM 647'10" - $ 281.35), loaded my bags into a taxi and went to the
Messegel�nde and
Halle 6 for the last time. Students swarmed to the stand and cleaned out the rest of the literature from the bins. A few questions were answered. I rambled around the hall chatting and shaking hands with people whom I had met earlier. The fair closed at 6 p.m. and with handshakes and hugs we departed the Leipzig Fall Fair for the three-hour drive back to Berlin. The folks I worked with and many others (except perhaps Herr Klamm) I met in Leipzig - U.S. and German - had all been wonderful. I shook hands with Dick Bell, a fine man, and I believe he said he was on his way to Vienna to visit with Henning Vontillius at the BEWT office and then go on to Plovdiv, Bulgaria from there. Those of us going back to Berlin piled into a car. (I don't care which one it was).
The above photo was taken September 11, 1977 at 6:15 p.m. in Leipzig, Deutsche Demokratische Republik on the road to Berlin-Hauptstadt following the closing of the Leipzig Fall Fair of 1977. It reflects the murky feel of the time in the DDR .
The structure looming in the background, some 91 meters
tall, is the monument commemorating The Battle of the Nations, when, during
October 16-19, 1813, an alliance of nations defeated the French army of the
Emperor Napoleon. Germans call it the V�lkerschlachtdenkmal (The
People�s Battle Monument), because German forces from various principalities
fought on both sides.
On the field European allies of five nations, said to
number about 400,000, fought Napoleon's forces, reckoned at about 200,000. The
battle resulted in French losses of about 84,000 killed, wounded and captured
and some allied army losses of 50,000 to 55,000. It was by far Napoleon's
largest battle and the largest in Europe before World War I.
The monument is said to stand on the spot of the
bloodiest fighting where Napoleon saw his army destroyed. The losses on both
sides were heavy and the defeat led to the ouster of Napoleon and exile to Elba
the following year.
(Napoleon in 1815 returned to France from Elba, raised
the French army anew and fought the British army under Field Marshal Arthur
Wellesley, First Duke of Wellington and the Prussians commanded by Prussian
Generalfeldmarschall Gebhard Leberecht von Bl�cher at Waterloo, Belgium June
18, 1815, where he was again defeated and this time was exiled by the British
to the island of St. Helena in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean).
After Germany was beaten by the Allies in 1945, in
World War II, the nation was split into West Germany (The Bundesrepublik)
comprised of American, British and French sectors and East Germany (Deutsche
Demokratische Republik), dominated by the Soviet Union.
For a time the DDR wondered whether to tear down the
memorial as a possible affront to the Soviets, but it was decided to retain the
structure in memory of the Russian troops who had fought on the side of the Germans at the battle of Leipzig in 1813.
We reached Berlin and my all-time favorite Gasthaus, the Interhotel Unter den Linden. I remember eating a late light dinner at the hotel restaurant and being so tired from eighteen-hour days in Leipzig that as soon as I could I rode the elevator to Zimmer Nr. 229, threw my dirty clothes and a few folders into suitcases and packed up. Then after leaving a call for 8 a.m. so I could meet Jon and get to Tegel in time, I collapsed in bed and fell asleep immediately.
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Monday, September 12 - The day began poorly. At 7 a.m. a loud-mouthed
Raumpflegerin (cleaning-woman) with jangling keys burst through the door into my room and began shouting that the room had to be cleaned and that I was supposed to be out of there. I had really had it. Sitting up and clutching my bedclothes around me I screamed,
�Maul zu! Geh! (Shut your gob! Go!) Startled into silence she left and closed the door softly. I remained in bed for a few moments but there was no more rest. What the hell? I got up, dressed, grabbed my suitcases and went down to the front desk to check out.
I paid the bill for September 11 for Zimmer Nr.229 - my last night�s stay in Berlin, Deutsche Demokratische Republik - VM 46 ($20 U.S.). Jon came from the U.S. Embassy and handed me a slip of paper which read in pencil, "dep: Tegel 9:00; arr: Frankf 9:55 dep Frankf: 11:00 arr NY 14:25." It seemed I would arrive at my ultimate destination at JFK International in New York at 2:25 p.m.that afternoon, Eastern Daylight Time. Lovely. But strange things were about to happen.
We climbed into the car and I waved goodbye to Charlie for the last time ever. We rode along the western side of the Berlin Wall to Tegel and there was more graffiti on that edifice than I had ever seen in New York, even during the ravages of Taki 183 (Google Taki 183 if you wish). Among all the jumbled colorful spray-painted designs were huge letters proclaiming in German, �DOWN WITH HONECKER � DOWN WITH SCHMIDT� Amen.
I thanked Jon for all his excellent help, picked up my return tickets for Pan Am 681 to Frankfurt and Pan Am 73 Frankfurt to JFK. I boarded and ordered an orangesaft from the cabin attendent. I shrugged off the hour-late departure but the flight was peaceful, devoid of any announcements and was uneventful. I was on my way home. Then when I arrived at Frankfurt-Main things deteriorated in a hurry.
Since I was an hour late getting to Frankfurt-Main from Berlin, I rushed to get to the gate for Pan Am 73 back to New York. But there was no need to hurry. The airport was full of police in powder-blue uniforms and the West German army with automatic rifles slung at the ready because of heightened security due to the antics of the Baader-Meinhof gang kidnapping (see September 5 entry). I was subjected to a full-body search in curtained cubicle by an embarrassed older gentleman who kept apologizing, and then finally allowed to go down the hallway to the boarding area. Because of this hoo-hah it was about noon before I took my assigned seat beside a starboard window of Pan Am 73. I sat back expecting an early departure.
When the plane was loaded with passengers - nothing happened. Then over the loud-speaker came the News of the Day: the Captain reported that since there was an air traffic controllers' strike at Heathrow Airport in London, where most trans-Atlantic air traffic was directed from Europe to the U.S and vice-versa, we might have to be re-routed over the air control tower at Stavanger, Norway, in which case the plane would have to take on more fuel. I looked out the window and saw a tanktruck labeled STICKSTOFF (nitrogen) pull up underneath and figured they were either filling or taking off fuel and in either case loading a nitrogen blanket as a fire-safety precaution.
Time marched on. A young soldier not yet twenty sat on the aisle seat, with his pretty dark-haired girlfriend, about the same age, a barmaid from Stuttgart, between him and me. She spoke virtually no English so I did the best I could to translate for her what was going on.The soldier was on leave and taking her home to Dee-troit to meet his family. He had a New-York-Detroit flight to catch when he got to JFK and was understandably antsy about it. One p.m. came and went. Two p.m. came and went. It turns out there were a lot of GIs on the plane and their leave time was ticking. Murmuring and muttering grew louder and louder.
Then the Captain did something that is just not done. He ordered drinks all around for everybody courtesy of Pan Am even though the plane was not in the air. I had to smile and the soldier asked me why. "Wait till everybody has a drink. There'll be no more noise." So as we sat there awaiting flight departure the cabin attendants wheeled their carts up and down the aisles, everybody got a drink, and the cabin became quiet as a library.
About 3 p.m. Frankfurt Main time the Captain announced that we had been given clearance to fly over Heathrow, the chocks were pulled from the landing gear, Flight 73 rose from the Frankfurt Main runway and toward dusk we were only six miles above London, a bit later over the bright green of Ireland, the Emerald Isle, headed southwestward into the night.
(Note about the camera used for the fuzzy pictures appearing in this diary: it cost about $15 in the early 70s and was made for short-distance photography. The flash, located next to the lens, gave human subjects such frightening red-eyes that to stifle a general outcry Kodak gave away free towers, elevating the flashbulb from the lens about three inches. Focal length was a few feet. Beyond that, even fuzzier. Mostly, the photographer lacked skill).
Anyway, you can bet they lost one of my bags. Luggage-losing had developed to a fine art by 1977 (I understand that more and more luggage is lost far more efficiently these days and, further, more luggage is unrecovered - that's why today I fly with a bag overhead and a bag under the seat). When I sleepily went through U.S. Customs late in the evening at Kennedy Airport, the Customs inspector asked me if I had anything to claim. I responded, "Clean laundry out, dirty laundry back," and showed him my passport,which included a prominent folded note from the appropriate Federal agencies.
 "Oh, one of them, eh?" he said, looking at the note and waving me on through. Somewhere they lost one of my suitcases. Fortunately it was found by Pan Am and the next day I discovered it had been flung into my front yard in Bay Ridge Brooklyn like a newspaper delivery. It was wonderful to get back to home and family. No �Ausweiss bitte!" was needed at the front door. Home