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It was fall 1945, and I returned to Vienna with the first American occupation troops. I had been there three months earlier as an interpreter of Germa...
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I had been an avid baseball card collector as a youth, often collecting and selling drink bottles to pay for my packs. I remember sitting on the floor...
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I know now that the man who sat with me on the old wooden stairs that hot summer night over thirty-five cars ago was not a tall man. But to a five-yea...