111- Pass to Berlin

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That is being spun around him As Morton Fine and David Friedkin tell it in their exciting story Pass to Berlin Gretta was laughing. For me there was no joy in it anymore. I looked the window at Berlin, spread out like a half buried skeleton. Berlin after a war, a shock cart and jagged concrete,

reflected in a window of Gretta. Gretta standing behind me with a drink in her hand. Oh, Shra, I'll leave here. Oh, drink your drink. Oh, drink with me. So you're born. Now, now, forget it, fella, with me.

Oh, Zarya, grittilane. Ed, soil. Sit your hands on face. But Zarya, from... Now, come, come. Make grittil off. That's all grittil one. You laugh a little. Hmm. Don't forget her loneliness. Sure, you're laughing forget just the two of us.

Me and Greta and let the rest of the world go by. Well, you made your loneliness, baby. You and Hitler. Oh, you do. I'm funny, huh? A real funny man, huh? Oh, great. I should have met you a long time ago.

Great. I like you. Soldier boy. Well, nurse a broken heart, kid, because I'm leaving. Like that. leaving. I'm great. I remember when you said, laughter. Yeah, I remember too. Only now I remember why I'm in Berlin wearing a soldier suit.