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Miracle
,
he
thought
.
That
they
let
me
go
.
Fluke
of
some
kind
.
By
rights
I
should
be
on
a
plane
heading
for
Germany
,
for
extermination
.
He
could
still
not
believe
it
.
Either
part
,
the
arrest
and
now
this
.
Unreal
.
He
wandered
along
past
the
closed
-
up
shops
,
stepping
over
debris
blown
by
the
wind
.
New
life
,
he
thought
.
Like
being
reborn
.
Like
,
hell
.
Is
.
Who
do
I
thank
?
Pray
,
maybe
?
Pray
to
what
?
I
wish
I
understood
,
he
said
to
himself
as
he
moved
along
the
busy
evening
sidewalk
,
by
the
neon
signs
,
the
blaring
bar
doorways
of
Grant
Avenue
.
I
want
to
comprehend
.
I
have
to
.
But
he
knew
he
never
would
.
Just
be
glad
,
he
thought
.
And
keep
moving
.
A
bit
of
his
mind
declared
,
And
then
back
to
Ed
.
I
have
to
find
my
way
back
to
the
workshop
,
down
there
in
that
basement
.
Pick
up
where
I
left
off
,
making
the
jewelry
,
using
my
hands
.
Working
and
not
thinking
,
not
looking
up
or
trying
to
understand
.
I
must
keep
busy
.
I
must
turn
the
pieces
out
.
Block
by
block
he
hurried
through
the
darkening
city
.
Struggling
to
get
back
as
soon
as
possible
to
the
fixed
,
comprehensible
place
he
had
been
.
