To foreigners in Berlin the tale had a familiar sound. They remembered, dimly, having heard other versions, all pointing toward the moral that "the guilty flee when no man pursueth." But the Germans, as they passed the story around last week, knew it might be true.
On a dusty country road near Kempen in the British zone (the story went), a wasted woman struggled under a heavy rucksack toward the Ruhr. Pastor X stopped her, guessed what she was carrying, said: "You have been lucky to find so many potatoes, my good woman. Many visitors come to our district from...
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