Wassie stared at it. “Dats tomorrow night … Mein Got … Dat boy could play,” he said. “Mein mama vood stand in Vilnius street , opposite der Saint Catherine Church. She vos just a liddle gerl … He used to practice der … dat is ver his teacher lived ven he vos a liddle boychik. She vood listen under der open veendow … dat Opus 64 … der Rabbi taught it to me in Auschwitz … dat vos some-ting else. I vood love to go to the concert ...”
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