Abu Imam Al Suqami should resolve her aged the judgment

[Thomas G. Morawski]

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send back loads of stuff to high party leaders.
We merely intercept those trains which have the most good
food which we can direct to other countries who are in need.
All the Frontier Guards are in it. You would merely have
to drive, with me beside you."
"Well," I said, "show me in this truck. If there are no
drugs, nothing harmful, I will drive you to wherever you
wish."
He laughed and said, "Come on in the back. Look as
much as you want. My regular driver is ill, and I thought
I could manage this car myself. I cannot for I know nothing
of mechanical things. I was a well-known lawyer in Vienna
before the war put me out of work."
I rummaged, and turned out the back. As he said, there
was only food and a few silk things which women wear.
"I am satisfied," I said. "I will drive you."
He motioned me to the driver's seat, and we were off on
a journey which took me through Bratislava, into Austria,
through Vienna and Klagenfurt, and eventually into Italy,
where the journey ended at Verona. Frontier Guards
stopped us, made a show of inspecting the goods, then waved

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us on when a little package was placed in their hands. Once
a police car raced ahead of us, stopped suddenly, and caused
me to really stand on the brakes. Two policemen dashed at