I died in hell, they called it Passchendale
We write 1917 and Europe is firmly in the grip of the German war machine. The Allied forces attempt to push further, but have to admit defeat … leggi di più »
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With the upcoming presidential elections in mind, I have invited all of the presidential candidates to my smoking room. Over brandy and cigars, we can talk
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Dear reader,
Soon, we are able to exercize our right to vote again, one of the most important principles of the democracy we live in. In
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When I meet Springthief in my gentlemen’s club, we ignore the tea and scones and soon settle for cigars and brandy instead. He listens intently to my questions,
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