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Recognition and Love

by Arend Wieman

294 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #01-0006; ISBN 1-55212-604-8; US$25.00, C$28.50, EUR20.50, £14.50

Two old souls meet again. One is a former WWII German fighter pilot, and the other is a Vancouver-based private detective. Their parallel lives and reuniting is the crux of this story.

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About the Book Two old souls meet again. Their recognition from a past lifetime is almost instant, there they had been twin brothers. Both marry much younger women who are suffering from dyslexia and AIDS, however their deep love for each other binds them together. One, a former German WWII fighter pilot, suddenly endowed with great wealth, lets his old flying dreams become reality. The other, a Vancouver private detective, uses highly unorthodox methods to solve his most difficult cases, at times assisted by a little dog with a very fine nose. Boyhood dreams of the old flyer begin to materialize and are put into action. Twice he flies around the world with his home-built motor glider, powered by the rays of the sun. Their great LOVE, in capital letters, finally also dissolves the AIDS and recedes the dyslexia of the two women. In all their endeavours these four people are guided and assisted by the Spirit, as the Law of Cause and Effect acts upon their lives. The validity and the workings of the Supreme Deity are never questioned.

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About the Author Arend Wieman was born in 1921 Germany and grew up under Hitler. After joining the Air Force in 1938 he went to war for Germany and was imprisoned by the Russians. For a better life he came to Canada with his family, but his marriage broke up. After retiring early from his job as an industrial electrician, he became a writer in 1972. Other books by Arend Wieman: 2999 Adler Street 2999 Adler Street II Behold the Beyond The Dream Journal Edgar, A Child's Best Friend The Journals of Uncle Hugo The Old Detective The Plumber Tale of Truth The Wheel of God The Zodiac Voyage

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Excerpt

from Chapter 17: Tired Of Travelling...? Never Of Flying Though

    So, India was on his next agenda. Perhaps they would give him more freedom. He had a long talk with Louise, making first sure she was not asleep, because of the nine-hour time difference. He told her, of course, what he had experienced in Japan.
    The world traveller stayed over the sea so as not to irritate any country where he with his motor glider had not been invited. He made one exception, though, slipping over the narrow part of the Malaysian Peninsula in the dark of night and very high at sixty thousand feet. He was glad when he had the Indian Ocean below him.
    Turning north-northwest toward the Himalayan Mountains, he made it a point to bypass Bangladesh, a political hot-spot. There was some very old longing in him to fly over and see the highest mountain chain in the world. In his thoughts he wonders, 'I might've had several lifetimes in this area and feel some inner closeness to it.'
    It was the dark of the night, but the sickle of the moon made it bright enough to illuminate the magnificent peaks of the mountains. It gave his heart and soul a feeling of satisfaction, as if he had visited an old home again. Something the old flyer was not able to put into words.
    Early in the morning, he turned south in a happy mood to enter the foothills of India, his next destination. As he was searching on his map to find a suitable city, not too big where he could land and meet the Indian people. He was almost sure now that their conduct would be more to his liking.
    Suddenly, however, he was buzzed by a military fighter plane and on the radio the pilot made no bones about it, he wanted him to come down to their military airport still located in the foothills of the Himalayas.
    Laughing to himself, Hubert put his plane on its head, to the amazement of the fighter pilot, corkscrewing down with more laughs, as if he had escaped from a surprised enemy with defiance. He thought while looking up, 'Let's see how he's going to follow me now.'
    As the airbase came into sight, he landed forthwith in a couple of minutes, long before the pilot sat his fighter plane down.
    The forced-down visitor was approached by a high-ranking officer who seriously asked him in fect English, "What are you doing in our airspace?"
    Kind of annoyed, the old flyer answered, "This is India, isn't it? Well, sir, I have permission from your government to enter your airspace and there was no mention of any limitations."
    Now smiling, the officer replied, "If you will relax, sir, we'll soon find out whether you indeed were allowed to fly over our area. We're only doing our duty."
    And he motioned to follow him into the building.
    Inside, everybody was staring at the stranger in his heavily padded flight suit and heavily padded boots ‹ clothing for possible emergency landing in the cold mountains. They also wondered about the strange aircraft with six propellers mounted in the back of the wing. The pilot had come down in this hair-raising manner as if he had been shot down, but then simply landed as if it was nothing.
    And so they kept on wondering, until the officer appeared again, smiling and introducing himself with, "I'm Colonel Kooner," he held out his hand. "I must apologize for forcing you down, but in this northern frontier of India, we're in conflict with some of our neighbors. It was confirmed from New Delhi that you are free to fly over our country and land wherever you wish; the exceptions are our military installations."
    After Hubert had introduced himself, the Colonel was quick to inquire, "Now you must tell us all about your extraordinary airplane. The way you came down * I honestly thought you were damaged and soon would fall apart and already had put blame on our fighter pilot who had reported your presence to us and ordered you to land."
    They had seated themselves in comfortable chairs, joined by other officers. Naturally, they all were amazed to hear the 'downed pilot' explain about his aircraft. He finally said, "You see, gentlemen, right now the batteries are recharging quickly, thanks to your excellent and powerful sun up here in your northern climate."
    Then, looking at his wristwatch, he said, "If you will excuse me for a few moments, my wife is probably calling from Canada, wondering why I am not answering. I must explain to her my present situation." And off he walked toward his motor glider.
    As soon as he had entered the cockpit, he heard his wife's voice, "Hubert, I can't hear you. Is there a bad connection?"
    "No, darling," he quickly had taken the microphone to answer, "I was forced down here in the south of the Himalayas, which is the northern part of India, by a fighter plane, ha, ha. The Indians are scared stiff about their neighbors, it seems, but it's all straightened out and I'm having a nice conversation with them right now, all officers of the Indian Air Force. They're wondering about my funny-looking aircraft, of course, and I have to explain and explain, but I don't mind. How are you doing, my beloved wife?"
    She replied, "Nothing too new here except for the autogiro people who came last night for a visit with their wives, after having phoned first. They were surprised not to find you present. So I told them," she laughed, "and particularly the women wondered that you ‹ thinking about your age, of course ‹ would do a thing like that ... around the world? They shook their heads is disbelief.

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