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Hitler Lives. In a village near mine an old man lives, so ancient a TV station took an interest and interviewed him, they thought he must be 104 or more. I looked at the face his mustache, white and he had gone bald; spoke Portuguese with a heavy Austrian accent. No doubt in my mind I was looking at Adolf Hitler. To my deep suspicion and when asked about his longevity said he a vegetarian but liked strudel, told the village policeman about it, but first I had to tell him who Hitler was; a shoulder shrug, all so long ago no point going into all this now. I called the TV station they hung up on me, but not before I heard their unqualified laughter. What am I to do? Can´t just chain myself to him and take him to Hague…he´s too infirm for that. A last resort is to send an email Israel, ask them to let Mossed (their homicide department) send a couple of agents and take care of the matter.

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Date: 2/27/2013 6:43:00 PM
Some can't remember that Rome is divided into three parts. And people like me can't remember what I had for breakfast. Some people won't learn from the past. greem eggs and ham
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Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 2/28/2013 4:12:00 AM
alas no, we never learn,but green eggs?

Book: Shattered Sighs