The Unaddressed Letter
Hans was a man of grey habits. He lived in a grey apartment in a grey city in post-war Germany, and he worked as a postal clerk in a grey office. His life was a series of repetitions: the sound of the stamping machine, the smell of old paper, the cold wind that whipped through the streets of Munich. Hans did not have friends, and he did not have a family. He had only the letters. He loved the...
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