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waking up in a recently
built, faux Italian farmhouse/trattoria/motel6, deep in what used
to be East Berlin, 3:30 am -- another full strength jet lag morning,
waiting for the day to start (in the middle of the night) channel
surfing, one station showing video footage of someone driving
a car, looking out on the road ahead, motionless, with soothing
elevator music, relentless in its monotony, hypnotic...
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