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The sun shines above the bridge in Hamburg. He stands beside her taking in the scene of sun and bridge. She has her camera and takes a few snaps. He watches the sunlight play on the water's skin. They walk the City taking photos now and then. Her camera is better than his and so she takes the most. They stop for coffee and cake at a cafe. "That Polish girl told me her mother hates the Germans" Dalya says. "I suspect she does" he says. Dalya explains what the Polish girl had said about her mother and the Germans. Benny listens sipping his coffee. The young German waitess has beautiful eyes and a slim figure he decides as she passes the table. Dalya relates that her uncle and aunt died in Auschwitz. Her mother's brother who had stayed behind hoping things would get better but they never. Benny listens to the waitress talk to a customer. That sparkle in her eyes. Dalya lights up a cigarette and offers one to him. They smoke and talk. She about the photograph of her uncle and aunt in a frame in the hall at home. He listens bringing to mind the night before them making out in the tent at the camp base. Body against body and face against face.
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 3:24 AM UTC
Day in Hamburg 1974
The sun shines above the bridge in Hamburg. He stands beside her taking in the scene of sun and bridge. She has her camera and takes a few snaps. He watches the sunlight play on the water's skin. They walk the City taking photos now and then. Her camera is better than his and so she takes the most. They stop for coffee and cake at a cafe. "That Polish girl told me her mother hates the Germans" Dalya says. "I suspect she does" he says. Dalya explains what the Polish girl had said about her mother and the Germans. Benny listens sipping his coffee. The young German waitess has beautiful eyes and a slim figure he decides as she passes the table. Dalya relates that her uncle and aunt died in Auschwitz. Her mother's brother who had stayed behind hoping things would get better but they never. Benny listens to the waitress talk to a customer. That sparkle in her eyes. Dalya lights up a cigarette and offers one to him. They smoke and talk. She about the photograph of her uncle and aunt in a frame in the hall at home. He listens bringing to mind the night before them making out in the tent at the camp base. Body against body and face against face.
TerryCollett
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 3:24 AM UTC
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