("... Still another time, we sat in a French restaurant in UB, run by an African woman from Senegal who had married an American Peace Corps volunteer from Philadelphia who took her to UB and then divorced her; she landed on her feet, teaching African spices and French wine to young Mongolian girls. Passing in the falling snow on the boulevard below, we counted: a herd of sheep, a camel being led by an ancient granny, many Russian motorcycles with sidecars, many Mercedes of various vintages; horsemen, Ladas, Chinese "jeeps", a Suburban with black windows (Mafia, they say). UB is a postmodern cyberpunk city at the heart of Central Asia, with whole suburbs of gers, stretching as far as you can see, with horses and guardian mastiffs chained and threatening, and television antennas and motorcycles...")
Rolf is German, younger than me, and grew up mostly in South Africa and Spain; the only property I know of that belongs to him is in our county, a few acres on the west side of the Magdalenas. But remember this book cover? I put it up as a tease last month.
Our Rolf is the namesake of the author, his uncle, who was one of the German climbers interned in northern India with Heinrich Harrer at the outset of WWII. They broke out and "one went NORTH", to misquote the nursery rhyme-- Harrer, to his seven years in Tibet, fame, and eventually a movie starring Brad Pitt; and one went EAST, Magener, to Burma. But I guess that to many Burma was not as romantic as Tibet. and nobody ever made a movie Still, a good book. Mine is signed by the younger Rolf.
Our editor at Muleshoe Ranch last Christmas |
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Again, thanks Steve, for the follow-up. I never would have guessed the connection. Looking forward to my visit with you and Libby later this month on return from Copper Canyon. --Andy
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