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machines, and several times Dieter and his young secretary had to strangle over

cracks and holes filled with plaster water, piles of bricks or wooden planks.
Elegantly, Dieter offered Helga his arm when needed. Shortly after, they were at

the restaurant.

"This is where I eat my lunch when work permits," he smiled and pointed to the
pheasant sign.

In front of the restaurant, the craftsmen fought for the square, but the owner of

the restaurant, Mr. Mossel had insisted on putting up a couple of tables, chairs
and umbrellas in front of his restaurant so that guests could enjoy the food in the

spring sun.
"It looks nice," said the secretary a bit absent.

Her gaze was nailed to three pictures in the window of black jazz musicians. On

the first picture, a trumpet player with inflated cheeks blew in his instrument.
The next picture represented a four-man orchestra in one, bright suit on a scene.

On the last picture one could see a duo. A black man sat with a floor base

between his legs, another dark man playing on a piano.

"In the evening, the restaurant is turned into a jazz club," Dieter explained.
"Are there really black jazz musicians playing here?"

Dieter laughed at her remark and knew how she got a little embarrassed.

“Yes, it's the city's first American jazz club. Came. Let's go inside. I prefer to eat
within today. ”

Dieter welcomed the owner, Mr. Mossel, a little man with a white apron who ate

with a barrel of beer behind the bar. Two powerful women walked between the
tables and accepted orders. They had white kisses on their heads, and their hair

was set up in a tuber in the neck. Both wore the floral dresses in some rough

fabric. In front of their bulky stomachs they wore white aprons and a large
leather purse attached to the back with two large buttons. The sound of their big

clogs echoed when they fluttered across the floor.

The restaurant was well attended and a man with a gray beard shouted for one
of the waitresses, that now it was soon his turn to order.

With two fingers stuffed well into the mouth, the little man behind the bar
shivered, and shortly afterwards, a young rickety boy came out of the back room