Germanophobia

Germanophobia

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When we think of Germany and World War II, we always jump to the same conclusions. But what about the Germans who weren't Nazis? What about the migrants who lived in the States and other Allied communities? How were they treated? Baldur had no way out. The 2nd World War stripped him of his father, his job, his friends and his humanity. Why? Because he lived in Los Angeles - his kind no longer belonged. So what did Baldur do to take care of his widowed mother? He did what any desperate man would. Took a job any other man would have fled from. A job that was known to break bones and souls alike.
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