Diary 1 November 1950

When I now read what I wrote last night...I can only smile and ask myself whether I should simply tear out the page or not. Everything is perfectly normal. Business as usual in the town. I was just about to wonder whether yesterday´s heavy and unusual food - combined with the fact of it being so late - had been the cause of such a crazy dream, apart from just a stomach-ache...and of course I didn´t dare to enquire. It could have turned out to be embarrassing - to have looked at baffled and confused faces after asking "What about the revolution?" And who can tell how they would have reacted at court?

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Perhaps they would have assigned me to a particular political party, and who knows which one. Oh well, be that as it may. I am almost reassured when General Bijaya finally and nervously approaches me with the subject. (Did I say "reassured" in connection with the fact that the general spoke to me about a revolution? - what a paradox! Like everything else in this country!).