Berlin, Germany. Before the wall fell. There was a party at the house. My dad was dancing with all the ladies. I circled him quietly on the edges of the room. Wishing. Wishing. Wishing, that he would take me for a twirl. Our eyes met in the middle of the song. Straightaway he dropped a dainty hand, headed towards me - and then the party really began. There are your favorite memories, and then there are your favorite memories that include an accordion player. Weird.
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