Nothing better to do this weekend so we grabbed Najwa’s friend and headed out to the Spy Museum.

Each year the museum has what’s called the Parade of Trabants or something like that. It’s those tiny East German cars that barely look like they could fit a family of three yet somehow people hide inside of them to cross the wall. For hours, they were professional contortionists. You really have to see how small the cars are to really appreciate their strong desire to get on the other side of the wall.

This made me think of our trip to India.

I read this Morton Storm’s book. Fascinating story about a Dane hanging out with al Qaeda.

I’m sure the ladies have absolutely no idea, nor any care, of what it is that they’re reading about. But the effort was encouraging.

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