THE WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACK

                                          GOERLITZ      At night it looked so different.  A series of lights along the waterfront with some barely discernable buildings behind.  I had no idea what it was called or what was there.  The Goerlitz map showed just a few buildings beside the river and the “living house of J. Bohme”, whoever he was.  I left myContinue reading “THE WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACK”