Imperium

What a day. I am bereft, there is nothing else to say about this passage and its character. Late last night, fighting insomnia I read the second chapter of Imperium. The first chapter charts K's responces in his native Poland to the arrival of the Red Army in 1939 after the covert partitioning of this aggregate of nationalistic (ever wonder why?) scar tissue, such follows in his Heming-speak the nightly visits from the NKVD, the classmates missing in the a.m. and, ultimately, the deportations. The second chapter segues equally between LeCarre and Theroux by the author taking a train from Peking to Moscova in 1959 (I think). The 3rd Chapter appears to focus upon a subsequent trip the Steppe in the early 60s. I did not read much today, the significance of the day should readily warrant such.