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Back from Chicago: The Story that Fritz Peters Did Not Tell
After the notorious Crazy Train to Chicago, Fritz refused to take the train back to New York. After a long and hard mental fight that often looked like turning physical, Fritz could declare himself the winner. This amazing feast was only possible by drawing on Gurdjieff's weakest spot, his love of motor vehicles. Fritz then hired a limo with ample place for the luggage, Apple Jack bottles and food, mainly the leftovers from the smelly cheeses that were now almost mature enough to walk into the cabin on their own. There was space left for the big man himself.
Everything went well as long as Fritz was driving separated from Gurdjieff by the dividing glass window keeping the noises and smells at bay. Gurdjieff was sitting in the cozy passanger compartment engaged in self-remembering. However, being a motor enthusiast it did not take too long when he, prompted by the smooth highway and the high speed that was possible on it, opening the window to Fritz, said: 'now you rest, I drive'.
Fritz just thought 'here we go again' and knew that the control of the situation was slipping from his hands. He pulled on the side, stepped out, and Gurdjieff took his place, but only after he had taken one of the bottles and some cheese with him. He started driving and after the inevitable jerks and gear problems was happily shouting 'Now Gurdjieff show how car can move' with a big grin on his face.
And move it did with speeds that the limo had never experienced before and probably never did again! Until the inevitable happened and the highway patrol came after them with the sirens blasting. After some minutes they caught the limousine and Gurdjieff had no alternative other than pull on the side.
Fritz was now thinking that there was no way out. He knew that Gurdjieff had lost his license while drinking and driving, had only a Nansen passport and so on. They needed a miracle!
The policeman approached and Gurdjieff pulled the side window down. Seeing Gurdjieff the policeman recognized him from a recent article in The New York Times. 'How come you are driving here? Should you not be teaching?', he asked. Gurdjieff was looking more and more like a New York cab driver and answered: 'No. I only chauffeur for very important being'. On hearing this the policeman looked like he had received an electric shock and immediately let them go and hurried back to his vehicle.
His partner asked: 'Who was that?'. He answered: 'I am not sure. There was a strange smell in that limo. I could not see the passanger. But if he was not who I think he was at least he was somebody very important as he had Gurdjieff as his chauffeur'.
Written by Reijo Elsner
