WHEREVER THEY MAY BE
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Fritz Schwend, at whose house Barbie's wife was staying, had declared that if B.K. came back, "she would be taken care of." But I wanted to sleep in a bed, not on a chair at the airport, which was stifling.

"Give me a revolver," I said, "if you're so scared something will happen to me. I can take care of myself."

The policemen refused, and so I had to spend the night on a bench in a glass-enclosed office next to theirs.

On Friday morning, February 3, in the company of my guardian angels, I boarded an Air France Boeing.

In spite of the early hour – it was barely 7 A.M. – my young friends from the LICA were at Orly to meet me. I allowed myself a few minutes' relaxation with Arno and Serge, then began buzzing around the apartment like a bee, for the problem of keeping my men's clothes clean was in the back of my mind during my trips, as they were sloppy by nature. Probably people have wondered: "What does she think about while she is chasing those ruthless Nazis all over the world?" Perhaps my strength lies in thinking about just such problems of getting home within a week or Arno won't have any clean undershorts, or Serge will go out every day in dirty shoes because I'm not there to shine them, or what can I find for Arno to do next Sunday afternoon, or – oh dear! – I left the laundry ticket under the television set, and Raissa won't be able to find it, etc. Now I could catch up with all those things, and I was overjoyed. Usually I manage to stay away from home for only two or three days, but this time I had been gone for over a week.

I telephoned Ludolph for an appointment, necessary because Greminger needed several pieces of information without delay and wanted me to get them for him. A long time ago I had scheduled a lecture before the Strasbourg B'nai B'rith for Monday night. I could take a 3 A.M. train after it, and be in Munich early Tuesday morning, February 8. Ludolph agreed.

That afternoon Ludolph called me back and told me that the French military tribunal was giving me a respite. The Foreign Ministry in Bonn had asked him to meet with two French magistrates beginning on Monday. We kept our appointment nevertheless, for I had just learned that Barbie had been arrested for fraud; a government development agency claimed he had swindled it out of twenty thousand francs. If only those few Bolivian leaders were
    
   
 
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