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15 years ago:
It was 1989, and I had just recently returned from my second (and, it was to prove, last) trip to Europe. I went to London, Bath, and Berlin, where I was probably one of the last people to be refused entry into East Berlin. I was finishing up my Army job in Ottawa and preparing to go back to Victoria, where I would briefly share quarters with Gary. This was one of the best phases of my life: I was relatively free, had a bit of money, no prospects but no baggage (except for having my heart broken on a roughly annual basis). One year after this, I was emplaced in my teaching job in Japan (and getting ready for more heartbreak).
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It was 1989, and I had just recently returned from my second (and, it was to prove, last) trip to Europe. I went to London, Bath, and Berlin, where I was probably one of the last people to be refused entry into East Berlin. I was finishing up my Army job in Ottawa and preparing to go back to Victoria, where I would briefly share quarters with Gary. This was one of the best phases of my life: I was relatively free, had a bit of money, no prospects but no baggage (except for having my heart broken on a roughly annual basis). One year after this, I was emplaced in my teaching job in Japan (and getting ready for more heartbreak).
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