The Seventh Hand
Thomas Leland sat in a parked Opel Rekord on Kochstrasse, watching the grey slab of the Berlin Wall bisect the morning. On his side, the American sector. On the other side, nothing that he could see but the tops of buildings with windows bricked shut, and a watchtower where a man with binoculars was probably watching him back. It was November 1962. The Cuban business had just about calmed down...
0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 2 Visualizações 0 Anterior