Several years ago on a balcony in the sun, I asked a German friend about the war. We leaned back on deck chairs and coffee in hand, watching the morning traffic ride by in European streets below. The season's first summer breeze glided past, carrying fresh leaves through the sky and placing them neatly in the hair of passers-by.
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Avoiding the war
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Several years ago on a balcony in the sun, I asked a German friend about the war. We leaned back on deck chairs and coffee in hand, watching the morning traffic ride by in European streets below. The season's first summer breeze glided past, carrying fresh leaves through the sky and placing them neatly in the hair of passers-by.