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I remember the last New Year's Eve, after my dismissal, in 1968. And then, still living in our army apartment, we were alone at our table. My wife can't get over that to this day. We'd always been friendly there with our neighbors: the Muchowskis and the Rzezaks. Poles, officers. And we'd spent every New Year's Eve at the army, naturally, in this large sports hall, we'd sat together at the same table. We were just totally alone, no-one from our table had come to the New Year's Eve party, although they'd put their names down.
The Muchowskis were so embarrassed, because they weren't allowed to sit with Jews. And they didn't come to the New Year's Eve party, because they were simply scared. But I know they did it on purpose. For me. So that we couldn't hold it against them that they were at the party and had sat somewhere else. Because they were supposed to sit with us.
The Muchowskis were so embarrassed, because they weren't allowed to sit with Jews. And they didn't come to the New Year's Eve party, because they were simply scared. But I know they did it on purpose. For me. So that we couldn't hold it against them that they were at the party and had sat somewhere else. Because they were supposed to sit with us.
Year
1968
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Leon Glazer