tess dido be talked into sneaking across transgressio aic jolt into our    to Czec passage to t me in bed until mid-m. y about my age. I o kno tion of returning rees, lakes, and    long dormant, in my seecture of stone and exposed timber ly as I ured, and at inns and cafes, t bore familial traces in turdy bodies, fine cures, clear blue eyes, and so Boo cross into t t on the German line.

        Si    dedicated in 1222, tle at ter of to several times, most retly after orld ar II. On a sunny Saturday, tess and I o ourselves except for a young German family o building. t up to us outside, e    ran along tys rear border, a fortress against attack from t and the Eger River beyond.

        "Pardon me," to tess in Englis;you are Ameri, rigograpake? Of my family, on my camera?"

        I blanc being so easily reizable as Ameris. tess smiled at me, took off    on t ts. ters, and as tion t I once    of suco etess took a feeps backo squeeze to t, "Vorsic; traig tess opped at , reag in his small hands.

        " do you ; tess bent to meet his face.

        from    tess nearly stepping on t I could barely ligo t    name in almost ty years. All of t quite fotten. I reac to toucess to    t of mind.

        After t, o rails bele. Along oure cave, and in front, signs of an encampment, o me like an abandoned ring. I led us a to a traffic. Around tEG poio a dirt road to t, and    sream. On te bank lay t anot, aed tess held my hand and we crossed.

        terline provided safe footing, but cep.    t. o it as possible. At t instant, I o vert—or revert—and lay claim to my identity. tess and I     m, affeg a European indiffereo our    I    ot see t, I s    open    "socialism ; to ted Czeks    roll in until August.

        tess loved trespass and skulked along tried to keep up    ing. After a mile or so on our ermittent sprinkle fell t. t teady beat, but under rsteps became audible. It oo dark to make out any figures, but I er.

        "?" tess s eyes darted about, and surned o side. t on ing, and o run. Sook one last look over cess stopped our progress and ormentors. tared back at us, indifferently cheir cuds.

        Soaked,    forest and found t iable sigruck stopped, and ted y t ;C; to    in and rode atop a mountain of potatoes for a o t Czec my eyes on t we were being followed.

        Like floores ed in pale pastels, te and yelloaupe and verdigris. s of Cruo c parked at a crazy angle before toe dire, o find someone ured German. e sel side    us for a full ty seds. Across t ture of t a ramsel ed ter memories of Gustav Ungerland, but noted expectations, jured along too    was as if I ed.

        Inside a dark and smoky bar, o let us dine on sausages and boiled potatoes, and a dank tle of East German er our meal, aircase to a tiny room ess and I lay on our backs in our jackets and boots on too teired, aed to move. Darkness sloole t, and ts.

        " are we doing ; she finally asked.

        I sat up and began undressing. In my former life, I could    noion. "Isnt it a kick? to of Germany, and before t of Bo;

        Sook off s, slipped out of . I slid us and coarse ss as sess moved in close, rubbing a cold foot against my leg. "Im scared. Suppose t polie knog on t;

        "Dont ; I told    James Bond. "Ive got a lise to kill." I rolled over on top of    to live for the danger.

        aking late t m, . Nice for a Mass in Cze. ar sat a fe in clumps, dazed and rances may cried to sing along    I could only fake t uand ts rites and rituals mirrored tments of ts and pristiar boys, tanding, kneeling, sitting, a secration     a romantic folly, I could picture my former self done up in Sunday clotant, sigs.    struck me most of all    above, casg like a river over rocks.

        As ted, topped to so greet t standing in t sunsuro ical sister and poio us, aking iatues of Mary and St. Nice, and o leave tess    o t, sured in his grasp and drawn closer.

        "t; uro me, a strange look in ory. "And God bless you, my son."

        tess broke into a beatific grin. "Ylis. ;

        ime. "I    t. Louis Cat ordained. Fatival?"

        " festival?" tess brig t.

        "Pra?ké Jaro. ternational Music Festival."

        "O t." Sial voice, "e snuck across t;

        aking ly c, asking    ted and laug outside, stood in a er to ligte, and sidered to ters ime leading a group of otreets. Like a string of birds on a telepood just beyond tes, a dozen    sounded like podvr?ené dítě popping up like tmotif of ttering song. it my tention, I started to o ttered like pigeons urned around. epped outside te, I found one girl coo be afraid.

        ";

        "Sold us t;

        "But I am not a devil .. .just an Ameri."

        "S;

        Beyond toreets, t bristled ;t;

        tood up and faced me, ;I dont believe you," suro race off to ood tced in knots,    I ake. But o be frig of t from ot perfectly capable of s from everyone.

        tess boues and found me oour, baby?"

        Fat ;Frau Day tells me t you are a musi, a poser. You must try out t in C;

        In t    at ty peretc before me, t altar, to    t tone from to rod t against t once I figured out its plexities of stops and bello became a kind of dance. I performed a simple piece from t time in years felt myself again. , not a t id fell over me like range snoess sat in ted to the music.

        ired of t sound, tess kissed my caircase to look over t of t, I quickly broac to Cold o family ory and    o ctle ting access tover archives.

        "Its a surprise for ; I said. "I    to trace tess’s family tree, and tav Ungerland. If I could just find ion about ory for ;

        "t sounds like a o do. e baorro;

        "But you t tell my ;

        ors.

        Over dinner, I told tess about to o go back to t. On Monday afternoon, s beloening for t    t off on er s, Fat;I ; o follo. I suspected t icipation greed a o top of a rickety desk.    off the box.

        Instead of ts I ed, I saer score of music for t just on    symper gave life and preseo trument—a raft of ion, Liszts Battle of tasie Sympis, and a pair an-only solos by Guilmant. t, Langlais, Can, Strings, and timpani. Record albums of Aaron Coplands First Sympoccata Festiva, Runned and inspired. to simply listen to it all—not to menti my    take mont a feo stuff my pockets , fill my h song.

        "My only vid passion," o me. "Enjoy. e are not so different, you and I. Strange creatures    listen."

        I played all day for Fated old parisisms, o tra octave of bass, and    tante. A c t keyboard, and I began to ions of my oerludes. tirred memories t existed beyond to glorious afternoon I experimented ions and    I fot about Fatil ury- five oclock. Frustrated by o find any records of t St. enceslas, and t in toucs of t. Bart. Klara co he records.

        I    of time. Despite tive freedom, ill in danger of being asked for our papers, and    ted to ter o reets. I saoo, running in t spending so much of our honeymoon alone.

        "Just one more day," I pleaded. "te like t c;

        "Okay, but Im staying in today. ouldnt you rato bed?"

        t late t afternoon, I o find t ing for me at t;You must let me tell your ; ;e    least I t be es are some av Ungerlands    t;

        ocopy of t from t, departing 20 May 1851 from Bremen to Baltimore, Maryland. tten in a fine hand:

        212 Abram Ungerland42Musikant Eger Boheme

        213 Clara Ungerland40""

        214 Friedric;14""

        215 Josef "6""

        216 Gustav "?""

        217 Anna "9""

        "ont sed?    a fine ."

        I could not begin to ans bist du? Anna, t c. My moto go along h my dreams.

        "I k is a mystery. But I t for    1859," said Fat;ory fades over time."

        For a moment, t remember Eger or C yet one year old, aken from t from this place.

        "No records in t I t ion arc Mrs. Day be t    to see ;

        I folded tuck it in my pocket. "Of course, Fato tell e ... tonig;

        t made me regret lying to broken to leave t an be I . Nicory in my pocket against my . ess, I made up a story about trag our steps to the border.

        o see a young boy, peranding by ree.    take notice of us, but remained quite still, as if    mig, and part of me ed to rescue ting a fio o be quiet.

        "Do you speak German?" tess w language.

        "Yes, quiet please. ter me."

        I looked from tree to tree, anticipating a rush of gelings.

        "er you?"

        "Versteckspiel,"    from to cag    as I looked from boy to girl, from face to face, I could not    remember er tess t te ao linger aoo stone, f ter as quickly as I could. tess aking ime, frustrated and a I    ed for her.

        " are you running from?"

        "ess. ter us."

        So jump to t rock. ";

        "t; I said, and    back to pull her side.

        After our rip, life rapidly greoo plicated to tinue my researco find anot busy semester of s dreions turo ess lay in tendrils of steam curling up from t er. I leaned on tensibly reading a draft of a ually for tg her soak.

        "y looks like it ;

        "ts great," I said, and tur; is it, exactly, t youll be doing?"

        "Case first. People e in roubles, I take t referrals."

        "ell. I ervie t ne doion and stared at ;tor and music teacs a pretty good gig and ime to pose."

        "t for us, baby."

        S, and t    I decided. My life oget all odds ae terruption caused by my fat to start. A beautiful young htub.

        " are you smiling about, ;

        I started unbuttoning my s. "Move over, tess, Ive got someto w;
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