the iron curtain

one time i had a dream that i was detained behind the iron curtain because of my connection to the mustard movement. they revoked my passport and exit documents.

since i was unable to leave, i just took a vacation inside my head. the secret police even kept a file on it. eventually, i was able to convince them that mustard wasn't about east or west, it was about flavour. they said i could leave the country, but i'd have to get smuggled out on a truck load of relish headed to berlin.
from there i was able to cross at check point charlie, and catcha flight from london back to albany.

it wasn't very good relish, but it was free.

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