The Jason X Identity

Germans are very friendly when they insult you.

The Spanish talk very fast so that they can get a lot out, even though they say very little.

The Italians kiss everyone's cheeks regardless of where that cheek has been.

I've hit three more countries in three days since London. Berlin, Madrid, and Rome. And I guess people are crazy everywhere, not just in L.A.

I don't have much time. I'm on the hotel computer in the Business Center. My laptop crashed and has been dead for three days; and my Blackberry wasn't working because they didn't give me a global SIM card even though I now have a global job.

I've got some good stories, but no time, so I'll start posting when I get back on Sunday (for each Country). I'm on the run. I have Mulhausen believing I'm Jason Bourne. I pretended the trip to Berlin sparked memories of past intrigue. He now believes we're being chased by former KGB agents with a grudge against me for the work I did that helped end the cold war.

This new global role has turned out to be very entertaining...

Comments

[Tech Babe]

Thank God! Dying to hear about your excursions Mr. X!

[Winter]

Ooooh! I can hardly wait! I love it when you fuck with Mulhausen!