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The Cost of International Conflict - One Man's Story X-Post
It may not make headlines, it may not be as tragic as the senseless loss of innocent children's lives, but for the individuals it affects, the cost can be profound. This is my story. I still cry at the loss as I tell it. This was written to a girl at a Cam site to explain why I was there. I thought I might as well share it with the people here, since there seems to be a fever to restart the cold war. We must always remember, even without shooting, conflicts can have casualties and wound people severely. I have removed the links to protect Tutu's identity.
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This is a place for fantasies and dreams. Sometimes we can use it for self-discovery and expanding our being. That is why I am here. My story, as crazy as it sounds, is all true. However, the photos of me are from the time this story took place. I am now a 71-year-old man who only has the sweet memory of what the joy of romantic love can be. You could be the fantasy and dream I will use to recover a part of my life I tragically discarded many years ago. Together we will act as in a play, which I hope benefits both of us.
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Love is the joining with another person so you become one on any of the three planes of existence: mental, spiritual, and physical. I have known the joy of love many times on the mental and spiritual planes with family and friends. However, I have only known the intense joy of the manifestation of romantic love once in my life. It was a glorious and exquisite night 50 years ago. The joy it produced was overwhelming. It was the complete joining with my lover so that we were one on all three planes of existence. It was a perfect love as we gave the totality of our individual beings to each other and merged into one. Before I pass from this mortal plane, it is my most fervent desire to once again experience this joy.
However my lover, Tutu and I never physically consummated our lovemaking that night. We gave each other great physical pleasure so that in the passion of the moment, this consummation was what she most desired. But my love for her told me it could not be. Every fiber of my physical being cried out to join and physically become one with her. But I knew I had to preserve her virginity because I was in her country (Romania) illegally. It might not be possible for me to return with the records we needed to get married. While I was sure there would be no problems, I did not want to take any chances. The true act of love was to make sure, if we were not to be, she was as I found her.
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The Cold War was at its height, and I had handled “Top Secret” classified documents at the US Army Headquarters for Europe. Therefore, it was illegal for me to go to any unstable or communist country. I took my discharge from the Army in Europe so I could travel to see "Hell" frozen over in Norway, and other places in Europe. But first, to satisfy my curiosity about the people who were our “enemies” I headed to Eastern Europe, and there I fell in love with one of them.
During the four months I was with Tutu, we had fallen deeply in love and made the decision to get married. However, we needed some of my records to do this. When I went to pick up these records, somehow the Army knew where I had been. They threatened me with seven years in jail if I returned once more to any communist country. Tutu had no phone, and there was no mail service. I had no way of contacting her to tell her what had happened.
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I feared Tutu was terribly hurt when I did not return. She must have thought I had been lying to her and abandoned her when I didn't return in a short amount of time. We had spent time at her parents home, so her whole village knew she was getting married to an American. I can only imagine how embarrassed and bitter she was. It must have been her own private hell. I felt a great deal of guilty for killing the dreams Tutu dreamt. She dreamed of a whole new life in America with the freedom to choose her own path in life. She dreamt of going to America and being outside the dictates of the communist government. She dreamed of spending the rest of her life with her first love. It was the first love for both of us, and no matter how it begun, it was as profound and powerful as only a first love can be. We only made physical love one time, but it was the peak experience of my life. While I did not take her virginity, I took and killed so many of Tutu’s dreams, and that guilt devastated me.
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When I returned home from Europe, I worked as an investor and trader on Wall Street during the day and a “Stage Technician” in the “Broadway Theatre” at night. I worked hard and had no interest in a social life, so I made a fair amount of money. My guilt caused me to act as if I had married Tutu as I searched for her. If I found Tutu I wanted to be free to keep the promise I made to her so many years ago. I never went out or dated a woman for almost forty years. I hoped someday, I would find Tutu and she would want to get together again. It was my impossible dream. Finally, I found out what happened to her. She was married and used a different first name along with her husband's name. This explained why it was so difficult to find her. It gave me great joy that she had accomplished the dream that once seemed impossible for her. It was the seeming failure of this dream which led her into my arms. This young girl had the strength, stamina, and faith to achieve her impossible dream; she had reached the unreachable star. She had become one of the biggest and most famous movie actresses in her home-country of Romania. I know how difficult it must have been for a young girl to weather the storm and survive. I stand in awe of her. Finding out she was happy lifted the burden of guilt from me, and I could now try to seek love and lead a normal life.
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I was supposedly an intelligent young man, who had graduated from college and had a very responsible job during my military service. But in reality, I was an naive and innocent child who had no idea how the world really works. I tried to help/save another innocent child who thought her life's dreams were shattered and life was not worth living. Together, out of desperation, we made what could have been a tragic choice. She was looking for freedom and the ability to make her own life decisions. While I was simply looking for romantic love. I found it with a very special young girl who will always live in my heart.
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I had religious and strict parents who stressed premarital sex was tempting and evil and should be avoided before marriage. It was something good people did not do. Although I was not religious, I adopted their morality as my own. So I spent all my time as a teenager with my nose buried in a book rather than learning to socialize and meet girls. I became very shy with women and thought I would never be with one. When I met Tutu I thought this was my chance to be a hero and if I rescued her, perhaps she would fall in love with me. Tutu was the first girl I had ever kissed even after four years in college and two in the army. I was a 24-years-old virgin and Tutu was the same at 19. Our relationship marked the end of an innocence childhood. We knew sublime joy and happiness when we were together, and a terrible agony when we were apart.. But I would not trade the short four month time period we had together for anything in the world. I loved her and knew she loved me.
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More than anything else in the world, I want to fill this hole in my heart. No longer can I make-believe that someday Tutu and I would be together again. But finding romantic love is not an easy task. I fear I can not find the words because so many years have gone by since the time I last said "I love you." Times have changed and I am no longer young. Yet with Tutu, I learned there was nothing wrong about the sexual expression of affection. So I hunger to once again feel that loving touch which says "I love you" so much better than words alone. I dream that once again I will have a night like the one I had so many years ago. A night when the fiery cauldron of love touched and melted two minds, two bodies, and two souls into one: The candle-lit dinner completed, the band began to play our song. Our fingers touched, and we glided onto the dance floor. I held you close and whispered sweet nothings into your ear. As the music stopped, we just stood there, melting into each other's arms, feeling the gentle heartbeat and the softness of your flesh. Walking arm in arm along a deserted moonlit beach, listening to the song of the crashing waves as they rush onto the shore. Then, as we reached the doorstep of our home, we laughed, jumped and played like innocent children. We rushed up the stairs leading to an outdoor balcony, where our nest overlooking the moonlit sea awaited us. And then, and then, oh joy, wonder, and delight as we moved into the mystery of the night. And so I come to a place for fantasies and dreams, trying to relive my memories in the fear that all my golden chances in real life have passed me by.
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More details about the story of my time together with Tutu appeared in a Romanian magazine at these links:
The Cost of International Conflict - One Man's Story
It may not make headlines, it may not be as tragic as the senseless loss of innocent children's lives, but for the individuals it affects, the cost can be profound. This is my story. I still cry at the loss as I tell it. This was written to a girl at a Cam site to explain why I was there. I thought I might as well share it with the people here, since there seems to be a fever to restart the cold war. We must always remember, even without shooting, conflicts can have casualties and wound people severely. I have removed the links to protect Tutu's identity.
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This is a place for fantasies and dreams. Sometimes we can use it for self-discovery and expanding our being. That is why I am here. My story, as crazy as it sounds, is all true. However, the photos of me are from the time this story took place. I am now a 71-year-old man who only has the sweet memory of what the joy of romantic love can be. You could be the fantasy and dream I will use to recover a part of my life I tragically discarded many years ago. Together we will act as in a play, which I hope benefits both of us.
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Love is the joining with another person so you become one on any of the three planes of existence: mental, spiritual, and physical. I have known the joy of love many times on the mental and spiritual planes with family and friends. However, I have only known the intense joy of the manifestation of romantic love once in my life. It was a glorious and exquisite night 50 years ago. The joy it produced was overwhelming. It was the complete joining with my lover so that we were one on all three planes of existence. It was a perfect love as we gave the totality of our individual beings to each other and merged into one. Before I pass from this mortal plane, it is my most fervent desire to once again experience this joy.
However my lover, Tutu and I never physically consummated our lovemaking that night. We gave each other great physical pleasure so that in the passion of the moment, this consummation was what she most desired. But my love for her told me it could not be. Every fiber of my physical being cried out to join and physically become one with her. But I knew I had to preserve her virginity because I was in her country (Romania) illegally. It might not be possible for me to return with the records we needed to get married. While I was sure there would be no problems, I did not want to take any chances. The true act of love was to make sure, if we were not to be, she was as I found her.
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<iframe width="560" height="315" src="" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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The Cold War was at its height, and I had handled “Top Secret” classified documents at the US Army Headquarters for Europe. Therefore, it was illegal for me to go to any unstable or communist country. I took my discharge from the Army in Europe so I could travel to see "Hell" frozen over in Norway, and other places in Europe. But first, to satisfy my curiosity about the people who were our “enemies” I headed to Eastern Europe, and there I fell in love with one of them.
During the four months I was with Tutu, we had fallen deeply in love and made the decision to get married. However, we needed some of my records to do this. When I went to pick up these records, somehow the Army knew where I had been. They threatened me with seven years in jail if I returned once more to any communist country. Tutu had no phone, and there was no mail service. I had no way of contacting her to tell her what had happened.
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I feared Tutu was terribly hurt when I did not return. She must have thought I had been lying to her and abandoned her when I didn't return in a short amount of time. We had spent time at her parents home, so her whole village knew she was getting married to an American. I can only imagine how embarrassed and bitter she was. It must have been her own private hell. I felt a great deal of guilty for killing the dreams Tutu dreamt. She dreamed of a whole new life in America with the freedom to choose her own path in life. She dreamt of going to America and being outside the dictates of the communist government. She dreamed of spending the rest of her life with her first love. It was the first love for both of us, and no matter how it begun, it was as profound and powerful as only a first love can be. We only made physical love one time, but it was the peak experience of my life. While I did not take her virginity, I took and killed so many of Tutu’s dreams, and that guilt devastated me.
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<iframe width="560" height="315" src="" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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When I returned home from Europe, I worked as an investor and trader on Wall Street during the day and a “Stage Technician” in the “Broadway Theatre” at night. I worked hard and had no interest in a social life, so I made a fair amount of money. My guilt caused me to act as if I had married Tutu as I searched for her. If I found Tutu I wanted to be free to keep the promise I made to her so many years ago. I never went out or dated a woman for almost forty years. I hoped someday, I would find Tutu and she would want to get together again. It was my impossible dream. Finally, I found out what happened to her. She was married and used a different first name and along with her husband's name. This explained why it was so difficult to find her. It gave me great joy that she had accomplished the dream that once seemed impossible for her. It was the seeming failure of this dream which led her into my arms. This young girl had the strength, stamina, and faith to achieve her impossible dream; she had reached the unreachable star. She had become one of the biggest and most famous movie actresses in her home-country of Romania. I know how difficult it must have been for a young girl to weather the storm and survive. I stand in awe of her. Finding out she was happy lifted the burden of guilt from me, and I could now try to seek love and lead a normal life.
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<iframe width="560" height="315" src="" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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I was supposedly an intelligent young man, who had graduated from college and had a very responsible job during my military service. But in reality, I was an naive and innocent child who had no idea how the world really works. I tried to help/save another innocent child who thought her life's dreams were shattered and life was not worth living. Together, out of desperation, we made what could have been a tragic choice. She was looking for freedom and the ability to make her own life decisions. While I was simply looking for romantic love. I found it with a very special young girl who will always live in my heart.
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<iframe width="560" height="315" src="" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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I had religious and strict parents who stressed premarital sex was tempting and evil and should be avoided before marriage. It was something good people did not do. Although I was not religious, I adopted their morality as my own. So I spent all my time as a teenager with my nose buried in a book rather than learning to socialize and meet girls. I became very shy with women and thought I would never be with one. When I met Tutu I thought this was my chance to be a hero and if I rescued her, perhaps she would fall in love with me. Tutu was the first girl I had ever kissed even after four years in college and two in the army. I was a 24-years-old virgin and Tutu was the same at 19. Our relationship marked the end of an innocence childhood. We knew sublime joy and happiness when we were together, and a terrible agony when we were apart.. But I would not trade the short four month time period we had together for anything in the world. I loved her and knew she loved me.
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<iframe width="560" height="315" src="" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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More than anything else in the world, I want to fill this hole in my heart. No longer can I make-believe that someday Tutu and I would be together again. But finding romantic love is not an easy task. I fear I can not find the words since many years have gone by since the time I last said "I love you." Times have changed and I am no longer young. Yet with Tutu, I learned there was nothing wrong about the sexual expression of affection. So I hunger to once again feel that loving touch which says "I love you" so much better than words alone. I dream that once again I will have a night like the one I had so many years ago. A night when the fiery cauldron of love touched and melted two minds, two bodies, and two souls into one: The candle-lit dinner completed, the band began to play our song. Our fingers touched, and we glided onto the dance floor. I held you close and whispered sweet nothings into your ear. As the music stopped, we just stood there, melting into each other's arms, feeling the gentle heartbeat and the softness of your flesh. Walking arm in arm along a deserted moonlit beach, listening to the song of the crashing waves as they rush onto the shore. Then, as we reached the doorstep of our home, we laughed, jumped and played like innocent children. We rushed up the stairs leading to an outdoor balcony, where our nest overlooking the moonlit sea awaited us. And then, and then, oh joy, wonder, and delight as we moved into the mystery of the night. And so I come to a place for fantasies and dreams, trying to relive my memories in the fear that all my golden chances in real life have passed me by.
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More details about the story of my time together with Tutu appeared in a Romanian magazine at these links:
I don't care what they call it
but this is a stock market crash. The charts show a market dropping like a stone
Please do not get me started
I do not know why she advertised on Politico instead of PCH which has free games and prizes and others like it, which attracts a lot of low information voters, and those who do not give a damn except every four years when they vote for their team. Trump was there !!
I do not know why her slogan was "I'm with her" instead of something like "Make America Great Again." The election was not about her. It was about making peoples lives better.
I do not understand why she spent millions of dollars telling people how bad a role model Donald Trump was for their children. Those who cared knew it already. She should have spent those millions telling people how she helped people in the past and how her programs would help people in the future.
And what was she thinking when she said Trump supporters were a basket of deplorables. She could never win back the border-line Trump supporters because she judged them and the real deplorables wore the term as a badge of honor.
She was the most experienced and qualified person to ever run for president. But that also labeled her as a member of the establishment and one of the elite and her campaign did nothing to vanquish that impression. The voters were in no mood for that in those areas devastated by a changing economy, which they blamed on the elites.
So we ended up with the orange turd.
I do not know why we do not do this
I am a former Republican. I left the party in 2012, but never removed my name from their mailing list. Every two or three days I get an email from "President Trump" telling me what is going on, defending himself, or asking my opinion. They never ask for money. I also get letters from the RNC which ask for money but they are never from trump himself (although some are signed by his son). I understand these are not real letters from the president, but they are designed to make me think they are. They are designed to make me feel I am part of his movement and my opinions are valued, not my money. EVERY letter, in whatever form, that I receive from Democrats is a fund raising letter that makes me feel valued only for my money. We should learn something from the Republicans. Information only emails cost nothing, they do not have to pay for themselves. Use them.
For some, America represents a dream
For many of them, it is an impossible dream, an unreachable star because of the cost of a visa and governmental red-tape. They have little, perhaps a shack with a tin roof and if they are lucky a goat or two. Yet a few, perhaps the most desperate or the strongest who will not settle for this, will embark on a quest to reach that star. They will gather up their children, the youngest they will carry on their backs, give up what little they have and start a perilous journey. Like our forbearers, they only know their destination by its reputation. It is a welcoming place that said "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore." For them, it is a place of hope and a chance for a decent life because it is a land of greatness.
But sadly that place no longer exists. It is ruled by a deplorable who thinks his manhood is built on walls of hate, ignorance, racism, and fear. We, the people, can only make America great again by ridding our nation of this parasite that is sucking the lifeblood out of the American Soul.
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At one time we welcomed immigrants
with open arms. We were a developing nation, and they were the fertilizer that fed that development. We had a frontier that offered free land under a homesteading program. (I don't know if it still exists in Alaska.) Then as today they traveled great distances and endured great hardships to reach their dream. But tragically, we have changed and there is no more room for that dream,
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"Interesting perspective and post" I was told
So I decided to turn it into my first OP. It was a reply to the OP "7-year-old migrant girl taken into Border Patrol custody dies of dehydration, exhaustion"
I cry for her, her father, and all in their situation.
I am an expat who has lived in the Dominican Republic illegally for the last 10 years. I live here because I am a retired person who has to live on an income of $4,000 per month. I can live like a king here compared to New York City. I have been married to a Dominican woman for the last eight years and all she wants is to move to the United States with her three children. She has no idea how difficult life would be on my income. But she is not alone, everyone in her family and all her friends want to know why she does not move to the US. They all think the streets are paved with gold in the US. This is the only reason my wife and I ever argue. We have a good life here, better than most people, and far better then we could live in the USA.
I would guess that all of the immigrants share the same view as my wife and her friends. It is a dream that does not reflect reality. And on occasion, it will lead to a tragedy such as this.
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