The Polish father, without any hustle, removed the old
syrettes from the rusty hull and placed his baby son on the front opening of
the tank’s facet. It gleamed through me the abhorrence towards the obscene war
symbol, but from the other hand, the father was driving and the son was joyful.
The sound of the heavy cranks was exasperating.
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