Dreamed of a Tintin story involving stinging scorpions throwing potfuls of now at people seeing the late Nigerian singer Fela Kuti being interviewed; opening my wallet and finding it was full of British money; being in a movie about Chile and wanting to leave just before the 1973 coup; reflecting that it's disgraceful that the U.S. government has never apologized for its subversion of Chilean democracy. Dinner was roast beef [which I spiced up]. Saw the DVD of the silent movie Gretchen the Greenhorn, with Dorothy Gish as a Dutch immigrant girl whose father gets entangled with a gang of counterfeiters. Some wonderful scenes.
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