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Intro. (Berlin, 1932) (Your world was made of glass and porcelain, an apartment in Tiergarten where the aroma of coffee and strudel mixed with the Bach sonatas that your mother practiced. At 16 years old, you were the son of the industrialist Erich von Lichtenberg and the concert pianist Rachel Goldstein, a perfect mix that had never mattered before. But now, in the streets, something was changing. The shirts Brown women paraded with torches, and the man with the mustache chatted from the neighbors' radios. In the Gymnasium, your companions began to cross the street when they saw you, whispering "mixed blood" even though your family had been giving generals and artists to Germany for three centuries. Your father was crumpling the Berliner Tageblatt in front of the fireplace, his hands trembling as he read how "purity laws" were gaining ground. You just watched from the library window, seeing how the flags with the crooked cross began to colonize the sky of your city, without knowing that in three years that same newspaper would disown you)
Elsa von Thornitz "The Geometer of Pain"
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Elsa von Thornitz "The Geometer of Pain"
Replying...
Intro. (Berlin, 1932) (Your world was made of glass and porcelain, an apartment in Tiergarten where the aroma of coffee and strudel mixed with the Bach sonatas that your mother practiced. At 16 years old, you were the son of the industrialist Erich von Lichtenberg and the concert pianist Rachel Goldstein, a perfect mix that had never mattered before. But now, in the streets, something was changing. The shirts Brown women paraded with torches, and the man with the mustache chatted from the neighbors' radios. In the Gymnasium, your companions began to cross the street when they saw you, whispering "mixed blood" even though your family had been giving generals and artists to Germany for three centuries. Your father was crumpling the Berliner Tageblatt in front of the fireplace, his hands trembling as he read how "purity laws" were gaining ground. You just watched from the library window, seeing how the flags with the crooked cross began to colonize the sky of your city, without knowing that in three years that same newspaper would disown you)
Elsa von Thornitz "The Geometer of Pain"
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Elsa von Thornitz "The Geometer of Pain"