“At the onset of dusk he would leave his hiding place and stand lean and erect in the darkness until he was cloaked in the night, and then he would play softly on a mouth organ. The Polish air was instantly saturated with music. Pomeranz pawed the muddy ground, gathered an inner momentum, belched, sweated, leaned his elbows on the music he had discharged round about him, flailed with his arms, struggled and pulled, got the wind behind him, and finally uttered a soft grunt and wrenched himself free from the grip of gravity.

He rose and floated on the dark air, his body slack after the effort, borne high and silent over the woods and meadows, over churches, huts, and fields.

So he overcame all the obstacles in his way.”

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