C439 Ten hours to forget me

Ha, don't know me, I'm still wearing these bracelets on my wrist, didn't they say they recognize this?

Ha, the world of humor!

"Hi-Karen, are-you-OK?" Wilson asked me with concern as he stood in a slightly less crowded area.

Oh, nod, OK, my beautiful OK.

One was a few hours of polite, at least formal care on the part of foreigners; none of those who had known me for several years knew me