"Berchtesgaden? You are going to Berchtesgaten?|
That is a coincidence.
It is exactly where I am going," I lied.
"Where I am going there will be no women
_____to remind me of her."
There was bitterness in Wolfie's usually sweet,
"Schinkenbrotchen?" I asked.
It was the name of a German Hacker's underground organization
- a shot in the dark.
"Schinkenbrotchen," Wolfie replied.
When he smiled, he was attractive.______
I pulled my battered blue and gold Cal Berkeley cap
_____further down over my ears.
Perhaps I have forgotten to mention that,
as usual when I hitchhiked in Germany,
I was dressed like a man.