There were two books on my bedside table that I thought I should open.

They promised to teach me German.

Too late to teach me my German, for certain.

And who could know the mind of one of those?

But if I did learn it, wouldn’t it be a learning at least? A victory over the things I learned on the Spree?

The words for bread

(brot)

and bride

(braut)

particularly?

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