While I am healing from the COVID-19 attack, a Bavarian firm selling native volk stuff sent me an ad. They must have a very intelligent AI because I want it. When arrived in Vienna in 1956 after the Hungarian Revolution, we refugees were presented with used items, very clean and well kept. I loved my Alpine dead-goat-skin pants (aka lederhosen) and at this senile stage of my life, long for one.
I also wanted an American surplus military jacket but did not get one. My uncle lent me his but it had side openings that let the cold in. It was uncomfortable and wondered how American soldiers used it in winter.
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