Marks, signs and symbols in post-war Germany. What could they be?

Only one story (no. 22) this week on the blog:

The entry before that might be of interest to writers :)) Enjoy!

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Another beautiful and poignant piece of writing!

“I get really good at not seeing. Just like they have taught us.”

And the humorous childhood innocence: “I love languages, I want to become a criminal”!

Our desks had inkwells, too (though dis-used) when I was in high school. We used to carve out doodles or holes in the wood with our compass points. I liked to surreptitiously run my pen over the carved-out grooves. Our inkwells would be filled with pencil shavings, sneaky-chewed gum, broken bits of eraser, or torn bits of paper.For some reason, my handwriting was always a mess. My pens seemed to leak; my bookwork was always ink-blotched, my hands stained.

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Thank you! For some reason, my handwriting is still a mess, the quicker I want to write the messier it gets (and I still have an inky middle finger because I write with fountain pens and one or two of them leach into the skin).

I am going to have a think about whether some of the advice for comedy writers nicked from Clausewitz on War could be useful for language learning. :slight_smile:

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