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I learned then that the bodies had been cremated and the ashes turned over to two members of State Security for disposal. They drove in a limousine and its driver made a joke. “This is the first time I’ve packed 14 people into this car. The three of us and those eleven in the bag.”
A few miles out of Prague the limousine began to skid on the icy road. The agents got out and scattered the ashes under its wheels.

“You shouldn’t pick the tulips,” said the little boy. “It’s not allowed.”
“Oh, yes, I’m allowed,” I said. “At least today I am. I’m celebrating.”
“What are you celebrating?” asked the girl. “The end of the war?”
I thought for a moment.
“No,” I said. “The beginning of peace.”