THIRTY-FIVE YEARS TO HOPE

My alien registration card shows  January 19, 1974 as my date of entry. On that date I began my Rip Van Winkle existence. Unlike the Dutchman of lore, I was conscious for at least most of the ensuing years.
The fatherland, never forgotten, became a place to admire, to criticize and most of all, to observe. [...]