Tuesday, April 15, 2008

There was a big number over the door of the building. The number was five. Before the Americans could go inside, their only English-speaking guard told them to memorize their simple address, incase they got lost in the big city. Their address was this: "Schlochtof-funf." Schlochtof meant slaughterhouse. Funf was good old five.

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