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FIRST WORDS OF NOTEBOOK November 1990:

We drove through the Berlin Wall from East to West last night.
Passing through the places we’d stood a year ago, looking east.
The worst was yet to come, finding out in Philli is was Dali 
who scripted us after all. Waiting in a disused annex of an
East German conference centre – brand new for years, smelling 
of grannies & mothballs, waiting for Stanley Kubrick to shoot 
2001.

(K)