Grandpa was old, bent over and blind when I’d sit by his knee and listen to the stories about the old country. They all began the same: before the war, life was simpler. Most vivid amongst the memories of his home town was the old church bell tower. The boys used to swing on the rope and chime the wrong time. How the priest would swear! Tears came to Grandpa's blind eyes. The last time they rang, he said, they warned of Russian bombers. If he ever heard the bells again, he’d know he was home.
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