With Goldfaden in Odessa we would have to withdraw. But not too far. Only to the nearby provincial towns. To make sure of success there, Rosenberg thought up one of his brilliantly scoundrelish schemes.

Stoned, we woozed through monster traffic jams, wisecracking in Vietnamese to the Vietnamese, then stopped at the bars along Tu Do Street, where none of us could afford the drinks and we were cold- shouldered by the bar girls and bawled out.

Playing wind instruments involves tonguing on the reed or mouthpiece.

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