9 April 1996 The warm springtime sun forced him out of the barracks. It’s time to work. His place of work is right next to his “apartment” that he shares with rats and cockroaches. He sells cabbage, salad and some flowers. He knows everything about the stuff he sells, as if he had always been a merchant. He even knows […]
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