[. . .]
And, that's what's happening now. I smell the long-forgotten skunk, the long-forgotten rot of fascism. What is happening all around can no longer be denied. What I ran away from so desperately in 1938 is coming back full circle. Only the jack-boots have not yet arrived . . .
Fuck my second hand stories from my mother about that time, and fuck my harping, read it from someone who was there at the time.
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