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of macaroni and canned sardines, it was obvious that although the mind could con-
jure up and recreate beautiful things, it was never as real as the moment. It is the
ground upon which we stand, not that of two paces behind or in front. So quickly
the taste of macaroni would fade; life wasn't just about reflection and anticipation,
but about continuing to push into new things.
And damn it! Maybe I really had changed, and I wasn't just returning to the past.
Australia, too, would be a chance to live and learn. And Russia would wait for me.
I set up the tent for the last time and rolled out my filthy sleeping bag. Then I
lay down and closed my eyes next to Chris.
'Only one more day of freedom, hey, Chris,' I murmured.
'Nup. Ten days until freedom.'
