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“A softly-spoken German man points to a window on the third floor of a tall building and says, "My grandfather is sitting in that room." Planting his feet wide apart, the man begins to wave, his arm sweeping through the air in a huge arc. We all step back to give him enough room.If I let my vision swim out of focus, this seems like an ordinary day with an ordinary man greeting someone he loves across the street. "I'm not expecting to see him again," he says. But he waves on and on, hoping his grandfather has spotted him. The Englishmen look away.”

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Book:Tying Down the Lion
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