By the time Werner returned to London I was large as a house. I hadn’t heard from him since his departure three months before.
We spent the summer in New York, visiting the ashram of our friend Rudi, or Swami Rudrananda. I had a spiritual moment at his retreat upstate.
Werner was an odd, mysterious guy, brimming with all sorts of thoughts and ideas, very creative, charming and affectionate. He loved to talk.