Page 9 - THE PATH
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In  Düsseldorf,  I  met  an  American,  a  funny  and
            witty guy. I tried to convince him that socialist life was the

            right solution because I had been brought up in that spirit,

            but to him I must have looked like a stubborn and hard-

            headed man.
                   In order to bring me to my senses, he asked me:

                   - Ok then, where does Karl Marx come from?

                   I replied quickly, “From Germany.”
                   - So do you think we are fools? Had it been good,

            we would have been the first to adopt that system!

                   After Germany, I came back home…
                   I took a few exams, met some of my friends and

            went  to  London,  England.  I  lived  there  for  a  year  and  I

            think those were the best years of my life. I got to know

            the pubs near Piccadilly like the back of my hand.
                   And again, like so many times, I came back home.

            After a short stay, I decided to travel the world again, to

            meet  new  people  and  find  out  new  ways  of  thinking

            because  I  knew  only  too  well  about  the  ways  of  the
            people and friends back home.

                    Looking  for  new  experiences,  I  decided  to  get  a

            job  on  a  ship.  I  became  a  sailor  on  a  200-meter-long
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