There had been a change in him.
A slight shift.
A slight shift.
She saw it, but didn't realise until later, when everything came together.
She didn't see him watching as he played,
having no idea that Hans Hubermann's accordion was a story.
In the times ahead,
that story would arrive at 33 Himmel street
in the early hours of morning,
wearing ruffled shoulders
and a shivering jacket.
I would carry a suitcase,
a book and two questions.
A story.
Story after story.
Story within story.
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She didn't see him watching as he played,
having no idea that Hans Hubermann's accordion was a story.
In the times ahead,
that story would arrive at 33 Himmel street
in the early hours of morning,
wearing ruffled shoulders
and a shivering jacket.
I would carry a suitcase,
a book and two questions.
A story.
Story after story.
Story within story.
page 76
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