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Month: July 2017

German days

Waking in the dim quiet of Josef and Marlies’ downstairs apartment always made me feel good. Virginia, Nick, and I were, in part, on vacation. Without daily deadlines or routines, we woke when we wanted. Since I almost always wake before my family, I had the chance to listen to…

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When dad blew us up with black powder

All around us the neighborhood burned. Firecrackers, smoke bombs, fountains, and mortars. A couple of those really loud things—I don’t know what they are but I wished I had some—blew up and we felt the blast in our chests. They set car alarms honking and squealing. A normal Fourth of…

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