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After the war, when I came home, my parents weren’t alive any more. I had no one. I was already married. I lived here for half a year, but didn’t have anything to wear. The old stores started to open up again, and the selection got better. There was a textile store downtown, where my mother had sometimes gone to shop.
The storeowners stood out in front of their doors and coaxed in – that is, caught – customers. When I passed by there, I asked the owner if he had any textiles. He said, ‘Come in and see.’ The first one had gotten a very pretty textile from Austria. I went in, I had money. I wanted a suit.
I had never chosen material for myself alone, I’d always bought these kinds of things with mother. I couldn’t choose, so I told the storekeeper to give me some advice. He gave it, and gave me the address of a tailor, too.
The storeowners stood out in front of their doors and coaxed in – that is, caught – customers. When I passed by there, I asked the owner if he had any textiles. He said, ‘Come in and see.’ The first one had gotten a very pretty textile from Austria. I went in, I had money. I wanted a suit.
I had never chosen material for myself alone, I’d always bought these kinds of things with mother. I couldn’t choose, so I told the storekeeper to give me some advice. He gave it, and gave me the address of a tailor, too.
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Slovakia
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Katarina Löfflerova