Spring 2024 - Recrudescence

“Mrs. Vogel Doesn’t Need a Visa”

houses, and smoke billowing from the chimneys. After fifteen minutes, they were down at the river. Zoriana admired the Gothic dome on the opposite bank, near the ancient bridge.

“That’s the Cathedral of Peter and Paul. We can take a look

at it today, if you like,” Ernst said.

“I don’t have a visa, and the church is on the German side,

isn’t it?”

“It’s on the German side, but Mrs. Vogel doesn’t need a

visa,” he said with a laugh.

“Who is Mrs. Vogel?,” asked a bewildered Zoriana. In

German, the name Vogel meant bird. “What sort of bird?”

“You’re about to find out,” Ernst replied enigmatically.

They entered the cafe, and were met by a cheerful group,

who rose from a table.

“Let me introduce you, Zoriana. This is Otto, my friend

from school.

Otto, a slim man with pleasant features and a prominent

bald spot, affably gave Zoriana his hand.

“Doris, Otto’s wife, she’s a designer.”

“So nice to meet you.” Zoriana gave her hand to the smiling,

red-haired Doris.

“And this is Kurt Vogel, my neighbour, and the owner of a

hair salon across from our restaurant.”

“Kurt’s wife is named Beatrice. She’s not here, but this name

will be of use to you, darling. Remember: Beatrice Vogel.”

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