ANYWAY, HERE I WAS in ‘Cagga.
I stopped once I saw their fencing and gates. Turned down a side street in their empty suburbs so their guards wouldn’t get alarmed.
In those days, they only had chain-link fence up. With razor wire on the top. That was to replace the troops after they seceded. Fed troops they didn’t want.
No troops, but having to go through a checkpoint with no papers or ID, that would be a little difficult. Probably could make one up if I could see one and hold it in my hands, but not today.
And ‘Cagga was calling me for some reason, to meet someone. That’s my way these days. I get an idea someone needs me and then head that direction. I’ll get what I need as I need it – along the way or when I get there. Always the way it’s been, since as long as I knew.
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