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.
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