125- Crossing Paris

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Tonight we escape with the most unusual story of suspense and terror in occupied Paris, as Marceli May tells it in his unforgettable tale, Crossing Paris. If you had been in Paris during the occupation by the Nazis, the filthy Bausch, you would

You've seen a lot of interesting things. You might even have caught a glimpse of me stealing through the streets at night as inconspicuously as possible for a man carrying a heavily loaded release in a chant.

These releases were lined inside with canvas to prevent the leakage of any telltale drops of blood. And they belonged to my employer, Miss Chiu Jamblier, in Whosella the original butchering was accomplished. Quite often I worked with an assistant carrier, Usually, the tambour.

One winter afternoon, I set out to meet the tambour, the cafe Voltaire and the boulevard de la Bastille. The trees were bright with frost, and the day seemed dying cold. It was nearly dark when I reached the cafe Voltaire and went in.

I went straight up to the bar. Yeah, yeah. What will it be? It'll be cold enough for a brandy. I can drink brandy in any scene. He took in the tambou. Yeah, this will warm your bones.