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"I have a wallet," the voice came back.

"Not a wallet," I repeate. "I'm only looking for a black briefcase, with a shoulder strap."

The door of the middle stall opened and a young man emerged with a black bag over his shoulder, but it wasn't mine. He proffered a wallet. "I just found this."

Not very likely, I thought. But it wasn't mine.

"Is this your wallet?" the attendant asked me.

"No," I said.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. It's definitely not my wallet."

The young man walked away, and the attendant kept the wallet.

"Look," I said to the attendant, "can you please keep an eye on these other stalls, and when they come out, ask them if they saw a black briefcase hanging on the door with a shoulder strap? My papers are inside, with my name all over them. I'll be back in about 10 minutes." I wrote my name down on a piece of paper and left it with him.

I took off running again back to O'Reilly's, because I had had another flash. I had sat briefly at the bar, waiting for my drink, before I took it to the table. Maybe it was still there.

The Irish girls were working an ATM machine outside the pub. I rushed past them into the bar. Next to the stool I had sat on, in plain sight, was my briefcase, right where I had left it. My unfinished pint was also still on the table. I gushed huge sighs of relief, and checked to see if all my papers were still there. They were. I gulped the rest of my Guinness and offered five euros to the bartender, a young Australian, as a reward, even though he hadn't done anything, which he nobly refused. So I went back to the men's room in the station and gave the five euros to the attendant. I had to reward somebody!

On the train back to Kassel, I again tried to take stock of my new situation. The incident with the briefcase seemed to have brought me back down to earth. I had done it. It was over. I had my briefcase back, and I was rid of Uncle Sam, or would be soon.

I thanked my lucky stars.

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Former teacher, born in the US but longtime resident of Germany. Author of "Correspondence with Vincent Salandria," "Looking for the Enemy," "The Transparent Conspiracy," et al. and most recently "Chomsky, Prouty and Me."

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