WHILE in Boston in 1993, I met an elderly American man. One hot summer day he invited me to a restaurant. At the table, he carefully brought out a small handkerchief-wrapped bundle. Opening it, I...
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WHILE in Boston in 1993, I met an elderly American man. One hot summer day he invited me to a restaurant. At the table, he carefully brought out a small handkerchief-wrapped bundle. Opening it, I...