Remembering
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
1965: What is frightening in remembering?
I was walking around in Berlin that day, crossing to the part of the city that used to be called East Berlin. I was with Pipit.
1965: What is frightening in remembering?
I was walking around in Berlin that day, crossing to the part of the city that used to be called East Berlin. I was with Pipit.
I was secretly fascinated: he was oblivious to his eccentricity, with his dark black clothes, Prussian infantry-style headgear, and his ideas that insisted on things most people ignore. Politics mainly.
Pipit Richiyat: tough, straight, stubborn. But someone who can also be funny, l
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