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Since his arrest, he has certainly cultivated this notion, burnishing his wacky-scientist profile with lines like “That’s my naïveté” and “My mind works in a strange way.” Those who know him well also portray him as a kind of idiot savant, someone who could have been easily duped by whoever was posing as Milani.“Women came later in Paul’s life,” says Richard Czerniawski, a chemist who was a student with Frampton at Oxford University and now lives in Buenos Aires. Frampton finally arrived in La Paz four days after he set out. The first thing that went wrong was that the e-ticket Milani sent Frampton for the Toronto-Santiago leg of his journey turned out to be invalid, leaving him stranded in the Toronto airport for a full day.Frampton was married for the first time at age 50, to Anne-Marie Frampton, then 52, a Frenchwoman living in the United States, who calls herself a physics groupie: “I couldn’t completely follow everything Paul said, because of the mathematics, of course, but either I could understand the words, or I could just listen to the music, the music of physics.” The pair divorced in 2008 but are still on good terms.Anne-Marie describes her ex-husband as a very good scientist with the emotional age of a 3-year-old.He thought it must be for an upgrade to first class, but when he arrived at the airline counter, he was greeted by several policemen.Asked to identify his luggage — “That’s my bag,” he said, “the other one’s not my bag, but I checked it in” — he waited while the police tested the contents of a package found in the “Milani” suitcase. I first met Frampton this past fall in the prison warden’s office in Devoto, one of the few remaining old-style jails in Buenos Aires, so dilapidated that its windows stick open and rain leaks through the roof. He was wearing a red Adidas tracksuit (“Adidas seems to have a franchise in Devoto,” he said), running shoes and a tattered Barbour coat to keep warm.
At 68, he dreamed of finding a wife to bear him children — and what a wife. His warnings to Frampton were unequivocal, Dixon told me not long ago, still clearly upset: “I said: ‘Well, inside that suitcase sewn into the lining will be cocaine.
Now he was living with people who were not only well versed in the intricacies of the drug trade but regular users of marijuana and cocaine.
The pavilion was often illuminated at night by little flames held under spoons, as inmates cooked , a cocaine paste similar to crack that is often made with kerosene and sulfuric acid.
Perfectly congenial, he kept punctuating my questions about his present predicament with “And after this, we’ll get to physics, right?
” Finally, eyes burning with schoolboy enthusiasm, interrupted now and then by a spasmodic cough — he has a lung condition, which the smoke-filled prison air worsened — he talked me through what he called his “14 groundbreaking discoveries,” which he had written out for me on a piece of notepaper.