And Dad’s sweetheart, smiling sadly, nodded:
yes
At first, Dad offered to travel to Switzerland, but it turned out that our passports, although German, have an additional entry - a big bold red letter J. And the Swiss don’t like that letter. We would accept you, say the polite Swiss, but we won’t, we already have too many of those J letters.
Mom finds a letter from her Berlin friend and angrily reads it to Dad for the hundredth time. "We traveled to the French border all week, we waited for our guide across the border for a few nights" - no way she would torture her old mother, our grandmother, for so many days and nights.
What’s left, what else is left, what is still left to us? One night Dad returns from downtown and says he has found a way out. There is one city that accepts you without any visa.
Shanghai.
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