He spoke a broken english with a Eastern European accent.

He had come to Brooklyn in 1947 after world war II.

He didn’t serve in the army back home, he faked an injury to avoid fighting for the Germans.

You see, his high school sweetheart was a Jewish girl. “She was a beautiful girl with a smile that would brighten a dreary world.”

In reality, he never saw her after the summer of 1939. “What a summer that was…”

But he did see her in his dreams, in his mind and on the empty streets and roads in front of him.

When he would see her smiling, she was 19 years old. Even in his imagination she could light up his world.

These days he spends his days playing chess in a park in Brooklyn. Sometimes he looks up and catches sights of a girl running and he could swear it’s her…