The Trip In early March I began my trip to Moscow fraught with personal complications I will not go into. I had to get to London. I worked for the Federal government and there was a hard freeze on travel at the time, but I was given an exception because I was the first Western scientist to be given such an invitation. My brother, however, never believed this and was sure I worked for the CIA, which was not true. In London, I picked up an Aeroflot plane to Moscow. I almost missed the flight because I got off the shuttle at the wrong stop and had to run after the shuttle with my suitcase to get back on. Yes, this trip was full of stress. The plane seemed to be a converted bomber and the flight was very jerky. It seemed like you could feel the pilot shifting gears. When we deplaned we had to go through a check point where there was a stern faced young man who checked your name against a manifest. When he got to me he checked and checked and checked and then said, "You could not have been on that plane!" Naturally, I was taken aback by this and, since I am sort of a smart ass, I wanted to say, "How do you think I got here, parachuted in?" But for once I kept my humor in check and just said,"How else could I have gotten here?" After some consideration, he let me through. My baggage was checked, and I was sure they would confiscate a copy of "Doctor Zivago" I brought for my scientific interpreter, but they didn't.
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