Saturday, April 6, 2013


It seems we are living somewhere by a dock and discover that Hitler is living in a boat moored at the dock.  We inform the authorities, who send in bombers to attack him.  The bombers arrive and drop their load, causing great chaos.  After the attack, we check out the site to see if we can find any trace of Hitler.  Facetiously, I ask if there is a mustache lying around anywhere.  (Our Spanish-speaking cleaning lady, meanwhile, continues calmly with her cleaning.)  We find no human remains among the debris, but I do find a silver tie pin with Nazi insignia, which obviously belonged to Hitler.  I slip it in the pocket of my shorts, pleased to have recovered a piece of history, but at the same time feeling a little guilty: are there not laws about the purloining of war souvenirs?

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