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We returned to Kristiania early in the afternoon. The population of the town appeared to have doubled while we were gone. Everywhere there were half naked hippies. Most were just lying around with frightened expressions. In front of the lodge, a particularly active group marched around in circles. The carried blank placards and chanted, “hell no, we won’t go!” They seemed quite angry. I leaned over to a nearby hippie who was playing a guitar and singing a song about parking lots. “Are they protesting us?” I asked him, thinking back to Starshine’s comments about us the night before. “No, he answered. They are protesting the attacks.” I was taken a back by the lack of logic. I mentioned it to Franklin.
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