Years ago a German friend of mine stayed as
a house guest in a beautiful country house in England. When he entered the room
he had been allocated, he found a book on Nazi atrocities on the bookshelf. He was and still
is convinced that the book was placed there by his hosts and friends on purpose, especially for him.
Recently, a friend of mine very kindly
allowed me to use her apartment in a small town in Germany. Was the book “How do
I become a damn good writer?” that I found on the coffee table in the living
room, left there especially for me?
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