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A customer of mine
saw his own obituary in Le Figaro.
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What upset him most?
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The paper comes out, nobody calls!
Not one friend!
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- If he's dead...
- Not even his son.
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He says "You're Max Klein?"
I say "So what if I am?"
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"I'm Nathan Wurman. Remember me?
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How are you doing, old friend?"
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I think "Wurman?
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He insists, so we meet in a café.
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There, I see an old fellow
I don't recognize.
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You know who it was?
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We'd slept together,
worked together, seen it all together!
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We were children.
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Two little children.
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From his wallet, he brings out
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My parents!
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I'd smuggled it into the camp.
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Wurman found it near my blanket
- you know how we slept -
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and he kept it.
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I didn't even know he was alive.
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He gave it back.
It was fantastic.
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He asked if I got a German pension,
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then we parted. Had a coffee,
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I want him to know.
You have children?
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No, unfortunately.
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I'm here for my wife.
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- Not eating, Dad?
- Not hungry.
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- Heartburn?
- No, I'm not hungry.