I want to welcome everyone back to Part 10, the final installment of blockade by Anna Eisenminger.

Quick reminder about a new page on my website, Freeman Beyond the Wall.com, forward slash movies where I have a links to the

gumbroat account where I post the videos that were

Thomas and I, Thomas 777 and I,

review movies we've done too so far.

The first one was Martin Scorsese's 1976 taxi driver, written by Paul Schrader and Catherine Bigelow's 1987, it's 87 or 88,

87, near dark. So go check those out.

Gonna finish this up.

February 2nd 1920.

It was about 4 o'clock in the afternoon.

Dents, no clouds obscured the sky so that dusk had set in earlier than usual, and Kathy had already brought in the acetylene lamp.

Owing to the dearth of fuel, I have had to break up a few old boxes which I had kept for an emergency

in order to keep the little stove alight and bring the sitting room to a bearable temperature.

In pre-war days, the bearable temperature in my household were never lower than 16 degrees

rumor.

Today I find even 11 degrees rumor very bearable. This

theory of relativity has not been discovered by Einstein. The wood from the boxes which had been kept in the cellar was damp and when it began to burn

smoke puffed out into the room from time to time instead of going up the chimney

Ernie therefore had groped his way to the balcony door, opened it, and gone out onto the balcony.

I was meanwhile busy trying to get the stove to burn properly, and when the air was free of smoke, Ernie came back into the sitting room.

It smells like snow, he said, and sitting down at the piano he began to improvise softly.

I love Ernie's improvisations and I sat still in the big arm chair to listen to him.

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