In the Memory of My Teeth

“[…] Every night, hundreds of planes fly over Holland and go to German towns where the earth is plowed up by their bombs and every hour hundreds and thousands of people are killed in Russia and Africa. No one is able to keep out of it. The whole world is wagging war and although it is going better for the allies, the end is not yet in sight. And for us, we are fortunate yes, we are luckiest than millions of people. It is quite and safe here, and we are, so to speak, living on capital. We are even so selfish as to talk about “after the war” brighten. […]”