Into the labyrinth After a few days of feeling ropey my left knee flared up mysteriously overnight, which meant that it was painful and difficult to walk on. Despite pouring rain decided to get up and buy a loaf and some gâche from Senners, and a paper. Was phoned by work people, and declined leaving my holiday to do some freelance in London. Felt rather melancholy walking through the rain down La Rue des Grons, where my grandparents used to live. Knee positively painful when I got home. However I enjoyed spending time with Lorraine, reading the Gita and listening to tunes. There is a passage in the Bhagavad Gita 4 that speaks strongly to me. "And know also of a work that is silence: mysterious is the path of work. The Man who in his work finds silence, and who sees that silence is work, this man in truth sees the Light and in all his works finds peace." In the afternoon an extraordinary interlude. We went to The German Military Underground Hospital and Ammunition store. I do...