One afternoon after my university classes had finished, I drank tea with a volunteer named Gil.
He didn't socialize much, and I believe it was the only time I spoke with him about anything.
But one time was plenty, and I mean this in a positive sense.
Gil was a very interesting person.
I found out that he was planning to leave the Peace Corps and head for Turkey.
He explained the route he would take, mentioning a train up inside Russia.
I found this amazing.
Just leave...not say a word to anyone!
But now I wonder why he told me.
I also thought that he might be a member of an Intelligence agency.
Gil was "translating" Ulysses by James Joyce.
But the translating was more like interpreting what the heck this novel is about.
I still haven't finished it.
I finished Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man in a few weeks.
Good luck Gil, wherever you are.
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