Bremerstrasse, Bremerstrasse...

The names of the stations begin to take on meaning and my heart trembles.  The train stamps and stamps onward.  I stand at the window and hold on to the frame.  These names match the boundaries of my youth...I repeat to myself the name of the street that we cross over--Bremerstrasse---Bremerstrasse---

All Quiet on the Western Front

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