To Remember, to Forget
Evening in the Street
I don’t know what possessed me, but I decided to take the guided tour of Frankfurt. The minute I set eyes on the American tourists and heard the practiced laugh with which the German guide introduced his wisecracks, I should have realized it was a mistake and turned back. [ . . . ]
The guide paid tribute to the conduct of…
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