Midnight in Berlin
I left the Brandenburg Gate deserted
my steps echoing in the cool night air
the stone slabs before me, looked inviting
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We are in here. Here is where I come to pull you out of the scattered debris of who you are. Who you are is a collection of tattered trades and 45s whose dust crackles can be pinpointed to mishandling thirty years ago: an old liebe whose needle-placing skills left something to be desired. 427 more words
The title of my blog post today is a quote from a recent news article.
This quote is from the article:
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Most Israelis are not Holocaust survivors or children of survivors.
Even if Levin is erring in his analysis, it is far preferable and more moral we ere on the side of caution than allow the Jewish people to face another Holocaust. 70 more words