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…problems they had I arrived on time (yep, its still me) and saw the bird. He spent 3 years at Dachau concentration camp as a prisoner and was a musician by profession. We had quite an extended talk (throught my interpreter) following which he presented me with a bottle of vintage wine. Not being content with this he made me a present of his own 25 caliber pistol, which he had a permit to keep. Not bad, huh! After that I spoke with the chief inspector of the city and he too wanted me to have a souvenir so he gave me a Nazi red cross weapon. I don't know exactly what it is but chances are it was a saw of some sort for cutting and amputating limbs on the battle field. Another souvenir for the collection! No, I won't send it home but will bring it along with the other junk I've picked up. Now isn't that a happy prospect for you — oh yeah!

To get on with the story — I listened to the troubles of various and sundry people and finally got away much to the disgust, I guess, of those whom I refused to see and who still waited. From here I went to the military government control office in Meisbach and there settled some of the problems. So — all went well.

Oh yes — here's something I forgot to tell you. While on my way back from the hospital I came across a German with a 120 camera with a 3.5 lens and made a deal with him and so now I have a camera — at last! The camera…