I listen to The Metro and I think of how guilty I felt buying Hitler era stamps in a small shop in Vienna’s Mitt Banhoff subway station arcade and how I had to use those auto stamp machines to get to the train...
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It was just after Nagano was chosen for the winter olympics that I suddenly was Mr. Popular. Did I have a spare bedroom? Could I show people around? “Paul, let’s talk after the reunion.” I left before the introductions were even made. That was the end of my high school connections...
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