It is some years since I have been alone, nameless, friendless, without any of the safety one gets from family, friends, and accomplices. There is no reality in the danger. It's just a very lonely, helpless feeling at first – a kind of desolate feeling.
A
I took one companion on my journey – an old French gentleman poodle known as Charley.B
Because it was a wind strange to me, and therefore mysterious, it set up mysterious responses in me.C
For myself, I try to keep the line open even for things I can't understand or explain, but it is difficult in this frightened time.D
Just as I felt unwanted in this land, so do I feel a reluctance in writing about it.