ABSTRACT
We were silent for che resc of che crip, and when we landed in che Munich-Riem Airporc, we shook hands . I never saw Vonelde again. I liked him, but on che ocher hand, I felc no sympachy for him or his facher. His facher had a quick, easy deach, which is more or less whac one expeccs in chac profession, and while "Bavarian pigs" made him uncomfortable, he seemed co be making a perfectly good living selling cheir beer.
