Mid-January 1916 (Hello reader, it is Corina typing. I should not be transcribing Julius’s written abandoned diary, but I was curious, compelled and felt deserted. He left me and his dog, Charlie. I am even using his typewriter since he also left it behind. It was too heavy to carry in his rucksack as he […]

December 21, 1915 “Julius, welcome to the Oasis! I’ll buy you a beer. It’s on the house. I’ve wanted to talk to you. But first I want to show you the sign I made,” August Durbin exclaimed. “You’re in a jovial mood,” I responded. “Why not? There’s no sense in pouting. I’ll be right back.” […]