."Well, damn it, Harold ... pick one," demanded Violet.Harold cracked up..."Violet ... I can see why it took you so long to learn to fly." Huh?" No pa...ience."An idea ... not really, more a torture ... struck Ed, "You know the other chests?" OH ... NO!" exclaimed Seph, "we didn't check EVERY box ... Shit, Shit, Shit." She turned her bag upside down on the bench ... again.They were a little less ceremonious about sorting the junk. If it wasn't a key ... and one didn't shake out when they shook it. Several women entered bearing small gifts for each guest and placed them before the dignitaries, then they withdrew. At a gesture from Shen Yee, the room became quiet and a single servant entered. She was bearing an Oriental music box with dancing figurines, the tune was playing as she moved. It was gold plated and the blown-glass dancers twirled about on a rotating stage. I had never seen anything so exquisite and the melody it played sounded like it was floating on air. The woman moved. It was not officially a Lebensborn hostel, but there were a number of girls, who I understand were on the Lebensborn programme, who visited, and a small number of girls who were residents. I was a little nervous, at being allowed for the first time to mix freely with German Officers, not sure what sort of reception I would receive. In fact, I received a very mixed reception, many of the officers pointedly ignored me, or made very sarcastic remarks in my hearing, about traitors, one army officer. Woh safai kar chuki thi and jaane wali thi. usne mujhse kaha ki main jaa rahi hoon shaam ko aayungi ……….. maine tabhi usko bol sunita andar aayo. woh chup chaap aa gayi. woh sharma rahi thi. boli – haanji, maine bola yahan baitho. woh chup chap baith gayi. maine usse kaha tumhe pta hai tum kinni shundar ho. woh sharmane lagi. phir maine uska haath pakad liya. woh nervous hone lagi. boli kya kar rahe ho.Maine bola tum haath laga rha hoon. maine apna haath uski back par lagane laga woh kuch nahi.