Wiemar Germany is where my heart finds fellowship/draft 1, part 12
fiction
edward w pritchard
My contacts in America have arranged for me to live on a small series of lakes in Ohio, a State on Lake Erie. Like many Germans I have dropped out of the party, but somehow I am still alive here in 1942.
I buried 200 pounds of gold secretly here on the Portage Lakes and a similar amount of silver and a lesser amount of diamonds. No one but me knows about the dirty money I have stolen.
The American lake in Ohio is beautiful tonight and reminds me very much of the Lakes at home near Berlin.
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