One day, I was walking around Sefid Lake with my wife and children, and an old house with a wide balcony caught my attention on the northern side of the lake. I stopped for a few moments and disappeared from that house and garden, I said to my wife: ...
One day, I was walking around Sefid Lake with my wife and children, and an old house with a wide balcony caught my attention on the northern side of the lake. I stopped for a few moments and disappeared from that house and garden, I said to my wife: What a view! What a cozy place, how good it is to sit there, drink coffee and write, from there everything you see and everything you write is beautiful, poetic!
A few days later, I was going home with my car from the street behind the lake and right behind the same old buildings, when I came across a very strange thing! Honestly, I can't tell the feeling of that moment, I gasped, it was about 5600 meters from that old building to our house, I arrived, I parked the car, I quickly went upstairs and told my wife to hurry, I want to show you something, then I ran. We went and stopped in front of Bertolt Brecht's house! I said, do you remember this house? That I showed you from the side of the lake?! This was the same house where Brecht lived and wrote a lot before escaping.
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