Religion: A Village of Our Own

Pastor Herbert Reich had never seen the two 15-year-old girls before, but when they clambered down from the crowded third-class coach at the Delmenhorst station one day last week, he recognized them at once. Their clothes were clean but more patched and ragged than is usual in Western Germany, they carried tiny battered satchels instead of suitcases, and their eyes were bright with anticipation. Thirty-five-year-old Pastor Reich, who lost one leg to a Russian mortar shell, hobbled forward on his cane to introduce himself. "Guten Tag," said Else Hartmann and Irma Mueller shyly....

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