The Weekend Australian - Travel - - TRAVEL & INDULGENCE -

‘Berlin, 1939: I was al­most twelve years old when I de­cided to kill my par­ents. I had made up my mind. I’d go to bed and wait un­til they fell asleep. That was al­ways easy to tell be­cause Papa would lock the big, heavy dou­ble win­dows and close the thick green­ish­bronze cur­tains. He’d re­peat the same things he said ev­ery night af­ter sup­per, which in those days had be­come lit­tle more than a steam­ing bowl of taste­less soup ... I’d wait a cou­ple of hours. They wouldn’t put up any re­sis­tance.’

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