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Bäckerei, third generation. Köln. My grandfather remembered the airlift.
The Americans have come into my bakery every Saturday for eleven years. The big one always orders wrong and laughs about it.
Today two of them came in and nobody said anything except the order. Eleven years and we could not find a sentence.
I gave them the bread for nothing. I do not know why. It felt like the only thing I had.
They have put police vans across the road at Büchel.
My grandfather is 91. He heard it on the radio and he said: "das ist wo die Bomben sind." That is where the bombs are.
He has known that his whole adult life. He has never once said it out loud in this house.
My cousin is one of the Feldjäger on that road tonight.
He rang his mother at nine and said: "Wir stehen nur da. Sie stehen auch nur da." We are just standing there. They are just standing there too.
That is the whole thing. Two sets of young men standing in the rain because older men could not sign a piece of paper.