Excerpt from S E V E N T E E N
Protagonist, Vilho, is now searching for Helen in North America, where he finds himself after being ejected from a stolen UBoat at the mouth of the MacKenzie River. He had last seen Helen in transport from the Warsaw Ghetto.
TOILET SOAP / Columbia the Amerika West
Their songs at one day’s dusk went up wind, travelling on the stillness a few thousand feet to Vilho’s granite peak. In the valley below on a silver sliver of road sat a shed structure. From out of there a man’s gullet singing and wang doodle on banjos arose beyond
the letters, G,I, L,S sputtered on an electrical sign cabled to the chimney. The distant crèche was so minute in the vast chill and so free that Vilho was charged with both sadness and elation. It was only a half mile drop to there.
He started down the tight rope path cut in by sheep hooves. Limestone shards bounced and clattered ahead of him. They and he landed on the accumulated fan floor, broken more and him bleeding from the mouth. Grit abraded his torso clean up to the chin . He sprung up as if it never happened.
The establishment was open for business it seemed because the door (on which a Russian Icon was freshly painted) was off its hinges and music... but first station ID and a word from our sponsor. King Cowboy's Woolly West Revue coming on the airwaves to you at home, by the makers of Lux Toilet Soap Regular and Burma Shave, broadcast from the studios of KFWB in the hills of East Los Angeles. The radio announcement was underlayed by the even drone of an engine, a generator by the well. He knew such sounds from the ghetto before lights became illegal. A noise that needed diesel. Who had diesel, already, when there is no water? But then Vilho could procure anything, or “organize” as they called it. He slipped shapeless under, over, through the brick walls to the Aryan side and past the vigilance of a thousand eyes, SS, Jewish Police, Ukrainian Guards, Volksdeutsche, blackmailers and even anti Semitic members of their own Armeda... and back.
Mother I organized a ham. It’s alright. God has forgotten us
My son! Sarah is proud of her boy. We eat non-kochur then. Vel ich, sh'chine tsu dir kumme. his mother waiting all night to pull her only child from the other side of hell to theirs.
Had the coyote followed Vilho down the sheep path or come around another way? Something dragged from his chops. Coyote dropped a gnawed hare at Vilho’s bare feet. A Króliku, dziękuję! He placed their dinner on the bar and proceeded to skin it with the sharpened eagle on his belt buckle while waiting for the cowboy to sing again. But a woman spoke to him instead. Beautiful stars use Lux Toilet Soap Regular. You know what a forthright woman Joan Blondell is.
A man answered her. Yes I certainly do.
The woman said, When I asked her is she were a Lux girl, she said, ‘You bet I am.’
He said, Lux beauty soap makes skin softer alright. Skin specialists love it. In three out of four cases daily Lux Soap skin care makes skin softer.
The man added, It’s Hollywood’s own complexion care, the choice of nine out of ten lovely stars. The fact that so many famous stars use Lux Toilet Soap is counsel for ladies everywhere.
Coyote began to howl when the cowboy finally sang. Vilgo howled too once he got the hang of the words. Well the moon is bright and I'm half tight. My life is just beginning. I won't go hunting with you Jake, But I'll go chasing women....
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“Hello hello Radio London this is Armada Wall. Can you hear us, Radio London? Priority message. Code name “Troy, ” warning to Slovenia. Women and children in transports go to Gas. Do not be fooled. Relay to all transceivers. May Our Blessed Mother be with you.” Sarah signed out before the SS got there, almost.
The songs continue over the night wave lengths in Amerika.
We'll run them down the corn rows
Them sassy little misses.
We'll scare them pretty gals to death.
Protagonist, Vilho, is now searching for Helen in North America, where he finds himself after being ejected from a stolen UBoat at the mouth of the MacKenzie River. He had last seen Helen in transport from the Warsaw Ghetto.
TOILET SOAP / Columbia the Amerika West
Their songs at one day’s dusk went up wind, travelling on the stillness a few thousand feet to Vilho’s granite peak. In the valley below on a silver sliver of road sat a shed structure. From out of there a man’s gullet singing and wang doodle on banjos arose beyond
the letters, G,I, L,S sputtered on an electrical sign cabled to the chimney. The distant crèche was so minute in the vast chill and so free that Vilho was charged with both sadness and elation. It was only a half mile drop to there.
He started down the tight rope path cut in by sheep hooves. Limestone shards bounced and clattered ahead of him. They and he landed on the accumulated fan floor, broken more and him bleeding from the mouth. Grit abraded his torso clean up to the chin . He sprung up as if it never happened.
The establishment was open for business it seemed because the door (on which a Russian Icon was freshly painted) was off its hinges and music... but first station ID and a word from our sponsor. King Cowboy's Woolly West Revue coming on the airwaves to you at home, by the makers of Lux Toilet Soap Regular and Burma Shave, broadcast from the studios of KFWB in the hills of East Los Angeles. The radio announcement was underlayed by the even drone of an engine, a generator by the well. He knew such sounds from the ghetto before lights became illegal. A noise that needed diesel. Who had diesel, already, when there is no water? But then Vilho could procure anything, or “organize” as they called it. He slipped shapeless under, over, through the brick walls to the Aryan side and past the vigilance of a thousand eyes, SS, Jewish Police, Ukrainian Guards, Volksdeutsche, blackmailers and even anti Semitic members of their own Armeda... and back.
Mother I organized a ham. It’s alright. God has forgotten us
My son! Sarah is proud of her boy. We eat non-kochur then. Vel ich, sh'chine tsu dir kumme. his mother waiting all night to pull her only child from the other side of hell to theirs.
Had the coyote followed Vilho down the sheep path or come around another way? Something dragged from his chops. Coyote dropped a gnawed hare at Vilho’s bare feet. A Króliku, dziękuję! He placed their dinner on the bar and proceeded to skin it with the sharpened eagle on his belt buckle while waiting for the cowboy to sing again. But a woman spoke to him instead. Beautiful stars use Lux Toilet Soap Regular. You know what a forthright woman Joan Blondell is.
A man answered her. Yes I certainly do.
The woman said, When I asked her is she were a Lux girl, she said, ‘You bet I am.’
He said, Lux beauty soap makes skin softer alright. Skin specialists love it. In three out of four cases daily Lux Soap skin care makes skin softer.
The man added, It’s Hollywood’s own complexion care, the choice of nine out of ten lovely stars. The fact that so many famous stars use Lux Toilet Soap is counsel for ladies everywhere.
Coyote began to howl when the cowboy finally sang. Vilgo howled too once he got the hang of the words. Well the moon is bright and I'm half tight. My life is just beginning. I won't go hunting with you Jake, But I'll go chasing women....
.
“Hello hello Radio London this is Armada Wall. Can you hear us, Radio London? Priority message. Code name “Troy, ” warning to Slovenia. Women and children in transports go to Gas. Do not be fooled. Relay to all transceivers. May Our Blessed Mother be with you.” Sarah signed out before the SS got there, almost.
The songs continue over the night wave lengths in Amerika.
We'll run them down the corn rows
Them sassy little misses.
We'll scare them pretty gals to death.
