Nonfiction | September 01, 2006

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He stands in front of the Hertz sign at the train station in Stuttgart, Germany, as we had arranged….A boyish twenty-five, with blond hair and well-scrubbed cheeks, he is what I imagine as the perfect German poster boy of sixty years ago. Then, he would have been dressed in uniform for the Fatherland.

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