J.F.K.

I was 14, in high school, and my German 

teacher came into the class crying and told

us that Kennedy had been shot. Everyone

was stunned. The next day, I saw Oswald 

get shot on television. It was the first 

“instant replay” where they showed the video

of what had just happened.

I thought: “Something is wrong.” It was an

existential feeling, something wrong about

the whole thing. Then, Johnson became the

President, I didn’t go to Vietnam, and I became

a Buddhist because nothing else made sense.