In which the Blogger returns, seven years later, to finish his story.
In which the Blogger wanders the streets of Strasbourg in the early hours of the morning, searching for his lost innocence.
In which the Blogger, desperate for some real sleep, finds his mind racing.
In which the Blogger adopts a Zen-like attitude toward life’s problems.
In which the Blogger, already well-lubricated, schlumbles with Rabbit Warriors in search of a late-night beer.
In which the Blogger joins the Rabbit Warriors for a drink. Or several.
In which the Blogger checks into the Hotel Mercure Quartier St. Jean, and meets the Rabbit Warriors.
In which the Blogger visits all three Hotel Mercures in the city of Strasbourg, and sees a lot of AC Milan fans. Or are they…?
In which the Blogger sees some upsetting evidence of civil conflict at a symbol of European unity.
In which Bertha speaks directly to the Blogger for the first time since they left Speyer.