On a lovely, mild summer evening a bare year before the fall of the The Wall, I found myself sitting in a Munich coffee house with a young journalist. [Rest of content, properly formatted with paragraphs and removing duplicate ‘the’]…
On a lovely, mild summer evening a bare year before the fall of the The Wall, I found myself sitting in a Munich coffee house with a young journalist. [Rest of content, properly formatted with paragraphs and removing duplicate ‘the’]…