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66                      AN EXILE OF THE MIND                                                                   STANDING IN FOR THE BEATLES                       67


                                                                                                                                           grey hair. She had been a charter
                                                                                                                                           student of Sigmund Freud in the
                                                                                                                                           days of old Vienna. Widowed by the
                                                                                                                                           camps,  Mutti  fled  from  a  warring
                                                                                                                                           Europe to China and then finally to
                                                                                                                                           New Zealand. A signed photograph
                                                                                                                                           of  Albert Einstein, dedicated to
                                                                                                                                           her, hung on the wall of her home.
                                                                                                                                           I  encouraged  Mutti  to  record  her
                                                                                                                                           amazing story, but she never did.
                                                                                                                                              As novelist Ngaio Marsh, a former
                                                                                                                                           art student, passionately directed
                                                                                                                                           plays f0r the university Drama
                                                                                                                                           Society, the Student Union prepared
                                                                                                                                           to  host  the  Eleventh International
                                                                                                                                           Student Conference. A pubescent
                                                                                                                                           United Nations, germinating future
                                                                                                                                           leaders and letting them loose on the
                                                                                                                                           world. And Canta, the host student
                                                                                                                                           newspaper, was roped in to help out.
                                                                                                                                              Drawing David’s body parts came
                                                                                                                                           to a standstill with art studies suffering
                                                                                                                                           dismally during this busy time, never
                                                                                                                                           to fully recover as I drifted  towards
                                                                                                                                           the magic of the written word.
                                                                                                                                              And then the Beatles descended
                                                                                                                                           like a clap of thunder. My Editor’s
                                                                                                                                           Pass and Press Card was used to get
                                                                                                                                           through the police cordon and into
                                                                                                                                           the  Clarendon where  the  Beatles
                                                                                                                                           held  court. The press  outshouted
                                                                                                                                           one another to ask silly questions


                                                                                                                                           River Avon, Christchurch.
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