Birds migrating
Ah—where they are headed
must be my homeland

A soldier, yet a priest
clasping my hands in prayer
toward the moon

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They call out, singing
to bring the deer closer,
the Hitler Youth

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At any rate, there’s really only one thing that I wanted to get across here. A single, obvious fact:

I am the ordinary son of an ordinary man. Which is pretty self-evident, I know. But, as I started to unearth that fact, it became clear to me that everything that had happened in my father’s life and in my life was accidental. We live our lives this way: viewing things that came about through accident and happenstance as the sole possible reality.