Diary 1 November 1950
When I now read what I wrote last night...I can only
smile and ask myself whether I should simply tear out the page or not.
Everything is perfectly normal. Business as usual in the town. I was just
about to wonder whether yesterday´s heavy and unusual food - combined
with the fact of it being so late - had been the cause of such a crazy
dream, apart from just a stomach-ache...and of course I didn´t dare
to enquire. It could have turned out to be embarrassing - to have looked
at baffled and confused faces after asking "What about the revolution?"
And who can tell how they would have reacted at court?
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Perhaps they would have assigned me to a particular
political party, and who knows which one. Oh well, be that as it may.
I am almost reassured when General Bijaya finally and nervously approaches
me with the subject. (Did I say "reassured" in connection with the
fact that the general spoke to me about a revolution? - what a paradox!
Like everything else in this country!).