Tag: Memories
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But I can also see now — with the distance of time — that I didn’t do it alone.
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“Nothing too sweet,” she’d say, rolling her eyes with affection. “If I made cakes like we do back home, they’d think I was trying to kill them.”
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Guilty as charged. The look on my face in those moments must have been as blank as a fresh Toulouse-Lautrec canvas.
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I even bought an SCA Coffee Taster’s Flavour Wheel poster, privately thanking my lucky stars that I’d never tasted anything falling into the category labelled simply “Other”.
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It was amateurish, unpretentious and completely unlike everything around it.
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“Are you Harry?”
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… and finally, a frantic, breathless splut-gurgle-gasp before it fell silent.
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t was a ridiculous thought, but it grounded everything: a British ex-cop turned English teacher, locking a bicycle beneath the gaze of a Soviet tank before walking into a Prussian courthouse to instruct senior judiciary and paralegals. Gliwice had a unique way of making the improbable feel entirely normal.
