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It was not Das Horst-Wessel Leid The flag high! The ranks tightly closed! Poverty marches and we march with it! But Ed zittern die morschen Knochen. How the frail bones tremble! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! I lost count of the number of times I heard the thwacks. It could have been three, it could have been …
After the war, the village used to be inundated with refugees. They stayed three or four months under the care of the Red Cross; then they were packed off to somewhere more important. The only one who ever stayed was Solda. Solda wasn’t a refugee, however; he was a vagrant. But that didn’t make any …
One day, Xi’s friend, Tai began to tell him about a secret society; Xi was intrigued. “If you like,” said the Tai, “I’ll take you to meet the Master.” “Who is the Master?” “He is the Master of the Wei Society, but you must never call him that.” “What rubbish are you talking about?” “Listen,” …