This feeling was hammered homeeven more when Gerry picked up his coffee, excused himself from theconversation and went to his desk to start work, her ...feelings goingswiftly from the pleasure of sharing a secret to feeling she was beingrejected.By the time Eveline extricated herself from the conversation at thekettle, there were six women happily discussing a programme they werefollowing on television. Television was not her strongpoint and sheallowed her to drop out gracefully. She walked into. Do you know which ethnic population has the largest number of sociopaths? I’ll give you a hint. It’s not Africans, Eurasians, Asians, or Middle-Easterners. Nope, it’s Caucasians. Do you realize the implications of that? The fact that White men and White women are far more likely to be born without conscience than members of any other racial or ethnic group in the entire world. When I first came to that conclusion, it was an eerie moment. Seriously. It was like looking into the mind of God. All. I walked into the driveway, looking skyward to determine how early, how late it was. Still no sign of dawn.I messaged him. "I’m in your driveway." I waited. It seemed an eternity, but my phone said only a minute passed before he sent his reply: "Come in."I walked into the courtyard, he was still closing the front door. Out here under the stars? I’m cool with that. But instead, he led me into a garage. Pleasantries were minimal. I might have said, “hi.” He may have as well. But all I. As the trip stretched out, I realized it was not only no coffee, but no food. I used the toilet at the end of the car and it was one of those that was just a stool with a hole in the bottom where you could see the railroad ties flashing by. Gross!By the time the train crossed into Romania, I was already woozy from lack of food. There wasn’t even drinking water. Just before crossing the border, our car and another headed to Bucharest were left on a siding. Police came through the car and checked.