Back in the attic apartment. I cant really call it a home; I no longer have a home. Not that the furnished room I was bombed out was really mine either.All the same I'd filled it with six years of my life.
Woman in Berlin
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Back in the attic apartment. I cant really call it a home; I no longer have a home. Not that the furnished room I was bombed out was really mine either.All the same I'd filled it with six years of my life.
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