Why am I telling you all this? Because I just got this photo from my sister.
Adam found a half-melted vodka shot glass in one of the last pockets of ash.
Somebody drank from this shot glass before the War. Somebody laughed and cried over it.
Then the War happened, and this shot glass half-melted in the embers of Warsaw, burning during the Uprisings.
And today, almost 80 years later, it was found in the floor of my bathroom.
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