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ILSA HERMANNS LITTLE BLACK BOOK
In mid-August, she thought she was going to 8 Grande Strasse for the same old
remedy.
To cheer herself up.
That was what she thought.
The day had been hot, but showers were predicted for the evening. In The Last
Human Stranger, there was a quote near the end. Liesel was reminded of it as
she walked past Frau Dillers.
THE LAST HUMAN STRANGER,
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The sun stirs the earth. Around and
around, it stirs us, like stew.
At the time, Liesel only thought of it because the day was so warm.
On Munich Street, she remembered the events of the previous week there. She
saw the Jews coming down the road, their streams and numbers and pain. She
decided there was a word missing from her quote.
The world is an ugly stew, she thought.
Its so ugly I cant stand it.
Liesel crossed the bridge over the Amper River. The water was glorious and
emerald and rich. She could see the stones at the bottom and hear the familiar
song of water. The world did not deserve such a river.
