It is an
eternity ago since I last walked through this tower - the Ihlinger Tor.
The door on the left side leads into apartments. One of my friends lived there
and gave me 'A tree grows in Broklyn' as a going away present when I left
not knowing that I would eventually end up not far from New York. On the opposite
side is a Gasthaus. If a flag was seen hanging out of a window it meant that
someone had his lips on a beer mug and needed to get a lift home.
The steep
cobblestone paved walkway passed the Gasthaus is not visible nor is the
mill facing it. Sometimes a young apprentice would hang out of the window
and make my heart beat fast as I was climbing up hill on the way
to school. The Panorama street was a shorter way to school but nobody hung
out of any window.
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