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WHEREVER THEY MAY BE
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For eleven months after the slap – until
Kiesinger's defeat in the September 1969 elections – I was to be
constantly on the move.
The hardest part for me was to be away when
Arno was sick with the flu, the mumps, or the measles. Raissa kept lecturing me
and pretending she did not want to take care of Arno so that I would stay home.
But I had to leave. If I were to give in and cancel a demonstration or a
speech, I might lose momentum. So I would kiss Arno's fevered brow and, with a
heavy heart, leave on the night trains that would save me precious time.
How many times Serge and I would part at the Gare du Nord or the
Gare de l'Est with a tender kiss that gave me the strength to go on! How many
times I would wake up dry mouthed in a train compartment as another gray German
morning was breaking. How many times I would feel almost physical exhaustion
when I thought of how vast the country was and when I looked at the gigantic
factories, the innumerable cars, and all those strange men and women whose
political awareness I was trying to arouse. At those moments what I wanted to
achieve seemed so unreal, so unattainable, that I would ask myself whether it
was worth sacrificing so much energy and so many of the comforts of home for
it.
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