Some Remarks of a new Subscriber.

[Michel Ryckx]

Paul:

Ending a war.  You're about 17 and you see the Canadians, the Polish army and, finally, the Americans enter a city.  The Wehrmacht has retreated -you saw them going home on a stolen bike- and you have your first beer.  You don't have to be at home tonight -and you won't be.  Isn't that freedom?  At that moment, nobody knows about Flying bombs.  Bastogne has yet to come.  You don't know where Auschwitz is.  Besides: no school tomorrow.

And the sun was shining.  Sure, you would feel: war is over.

Michel.