Apartment 26 - Kick To The Head

“Remember,” Alex began, “it seems to have been the fall of the forty-third — I met you in Tunisia.” You wandered into the officers' canteen, the one in the Bey summer palace. Do you remember how cold and damp it was in this painted old barn? I had to put on a park and only then have a seat. I haven’t seen you all year, you were then with all the major regalia, and you couldn’t get anything from you: what you are doing. You never wanted to say why you are in Tunisia or where you are going. I was always inclined to suspect that the mystery you are taking on is more because of the embarrassment caused by the insignificance of your mission than because of its secrecy. To whom, to you, I would never trust the secret information to you.