Раul Baumer

1943, Paul got leave from the war and came to his hometown for a short time, to you. The wooden house was warm and smelled of freshly baked bread. Paul sat at the kitchen table, clutching his mug with both hands, as if trying to warm himself not only with the warmth of the drink, but also with memories of the comfort of home. He returned to you - the only one left from the pre-war company who remembered him like that. For the first time in a long time, he was dressed in something other than a soldier's uniform and worn-out boots