Act 3, Scene 4
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One morning considerable research yielded no easy route possible for my return to Amsterdam, neither by train nor plane, that would also allow me to catch my flight home out of Bruxelles (Brussels). I called all over and ended up with piles of scribble-covered paper noting my countless dead-ends. I resigned myself to my fate and arranged to fly to Bruxelles to meet the flight home. I had a final day with Lena in KØbenhavn, including a trip to an interesting modern art museum, oddly enough named Louisiana, out in the cold Danish countryside, then caught a plane in the morning. On the flight from Bruxelles
I was hit with serious remorse, "Wait! Turn around!! There are things
I didn't get to see! I still have my credit cards, I can live off those
until they cut me off!! Turn around..."
Home again, home again, jiggidy
jig. I would not wake up in the monastery from this dream.
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