At 2am I am remembering my encounter last night with Corporal Felder—how he brought my Bronze Start medal in a box to me. Anja had mailed it to me, but sent me no note, no explanation.
I imagined a year from now, finding a note from her—folded up and at the bottom of the box. I had packed the box at the bottom of my duffel bag. I get up and turn on a small light on my side of the room.
I slowly unpack everything from the bag and pull the box out from the bottom.
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The Wall Crossers
Non-FictionStep into the captivating world of "The Wall Crossers," a spellbinding tale set against the backdrop of Cold War-era West Berlin in 1971 and 1972 to the latter half of the 21st century, from Berlin to Bhutan. This narrative weaves together the lives...
