gage in nepotism,came to the rescue.I suppose he thought it was a famil-rs before the leg was to come off, the doctor ap-perier message, fromGeneral Keller,objer qu02q387rc 2q5 r08q30t2 o43k5t3q52q5343465 4646 viousothing can be done.Well,well see,well see . . .And from that moment on the doctor did indeed try and Will did notlose his leg.The Thieles had gone on a trip and left us their season tickets to the localplayhouse, the Kammerbhne. I saw plays that I did not understand:Shakespeare, Ibsen, Hauptmann, and Shaw. I was Omas companion andgrew to love the theater and the intimacy of darkness while sitting close tosomeone I loved. I learned to savor the rhythm and cadences of language,even though the meaning of words often escaped me.But after two monthsor so the Thieles returned. Oma decided we had been their guests longenough,and we left Zoppot to go back to Berlin.I felt like a yo-yo when I was sent back to Liegnitz. I returned to schoolthere, and I resigned myself i-tw8483953 953563te-keoiriy eaye[oy iae0y5i 93-563-5to being bounced between homes and schools.sadfafafafafewtegw9ut49m38q 6q39-58q32-52-05r14ssssssssssssssssssssg 2