1929. The book My big slow man could not remember when it was that he first began to work at the bakery. One time he was piling up sacks of flour in the low dusty room which served the bakery as a storage place. He had picked up a sack, and was turning to put it in its proper place, when all at once he became aware of an unfamiliar presence in the room. This was unusual, because strangers generally went to the office at the other side of the building, where they could talk to Vogel himself. But this time it was different, it seems.
This was not a great book but it had a very real main character. I can not say i did not enjoy reading each and every page because i did . I started it at noon and finished at 6pm. It was a pleasant day. First day feeling like real spring. But deep down , iknow i will not remember this book a week from now. But , just as important is the fact that i will read this author again.