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   and said, `Leave!' but Par didn't answer. So the Mexican police

   grabbed Par by the arms and legs and carried him out of the consulate.

   Par felt agitated and confused and, as they crossed the threshold out

   of the consulate, he screamed.

  

   They put him in a police car and took him to a jail, where they kept

   him overnight.

  

   The next day, they released Par and he wandered the city aimlessly

   before ending up back at the US consulate. The same consular officer

   came up to him and asked how he was feeling.

  

   Par said, `OK.'

  

   Then Par asked if the official could help him get back to the border,

   and he said he could. A few minutes later a white van picked up Par

   and took him to the border crossing. When they arrived, Par asked the

   driver if he could have $2 so he could buy a ticket for the train. The

   driver gave it to him.

  

   Par boarded the train with no idea of where he was headed.

 

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   Theorem visited Par in California twice in 1992 and the relationship

   continued to blossom. Par tried to find work so he could pay her back

   the $20000 she had lent him during his years on the run and during his

   court case, but it was hard going. People didn't seem to want to hire

   him.

  

   `You don't have any computer skills,' they told him. He calmly

   explained that, yes, he did indeed have computer skills.

  

   `Well, which university did you get your degree from?' they asked.

  

   No, he hadn't got his skills at any university.

  

   `Well, which companies did you get your work experience from?'

  

   No, he hadn't learned his skills while working for a company.

  

   `Well, what did you do from 1989 to 1992?' the temp agency staffer

   inevitably asked in an exasperated voice.

  

   `I ... ah ... travelled around the country.' What else was Par going

   to say? How could he possibly answer that question?

  

   If he was lucky, the agency might land him a data-entry job at $8 per

   hour. If he was less fortunate, he might end up doing clerical work

   for less than that.

  

   By 1993, things had become a little rocky with Theorem. After four and

   a half years together, they broke up. The distance was too great, in

   every sense. Theorem wanted a more stable life--maybe not a

   traditional Swiss family with three children and a pretty chalet in

   the Alps, but something more than Par's transient life on the road.

  

   The separation was excruciatingly painful for both of them.

   Conversation was strained for weeks after the decision. Theorem kept

   thinking she had made a mistake. She kept wanting to ask Par to come