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He looks not at my eyes but in the slanted mirror behind my head. Does he think I have contraband taped to the back of my neck? His grimness seeps into me and I become grim. The whole world becomes grim and I shudder at the thought of 3 weeks of Soviet grim. I even flash on a life of grim should he decide that I am a spy. The floor will open up and send me plummeting through a tube to Siberia, never to be heard of again.

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Next in line is my year-old son, Michael. In panic I look to the floor, which will surely open up now. I look at the soldier. A tiny upward curve of the corners of his mouth gives way to an almost-grin. Thank you, Michael.