I would see families sometimes standing in a row along the gunwale, wrapped in their heavy overcoats, staring out to sea. The publicdisgrace were touching - so solemn and oriental, with their bangs and quiet black eyes. Sometimes a beautiful women would peek toward me as I stood nearby, in one of my crazy capitalist outfits, but there was never any conversation. I'd like to have adopted about six of those people. I'd have loved to cook pot roast for a bunch on them and taught them how to play chess.

 

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