By Natasha Solomons
Jack Rosenblum is 5 foot 3 and a part inches of sheer tenacity and he intends to turn into a really English Gentleman. He is familiar with that marmalade needs to be obtained from Fortnum and Mason, and the spotlight of his day is the BBC climate forecast. even if the struggle has been over for 8 years his bid to mix in is fraught with unforeseen hurdles. together with his spouse. Sadie reveals his obsession baffling, yet in an try and discover a position to name domestic, she reluctantly permits him to steer her deep into the English geographical region, a land of woolly-pigs, bluebells and jitterbug cider.
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The robe fanned out behind her like a train, her curlers forming a crown upon her head. Closing her eyes, Sadie took a breath, drawing the sweet scent inside her. She mustn’t open them. She must not. Must not. If she did, Mutti would be gone and there would never be poppy-seed cake again. Sadie walked home the long way, oblivious to the curious glances of passers-by. She knew there would be no more letters from Berlin. Yet she felt nothing, only silence. ‘What is wrong with you? ’ Jack stood on the pavement, thin lipped.
A hole,’ Jack corrected. ’ ‘A hole-in-one. ’ ‘Ah. So, then you will get the hole-in-one. And you will be able to tell no one. ’ Saul jabbed at the light bulb so fiercely that it swung back and forth, clocking him on the head. ‘You see? ’ Saul exclaimed excitedly, taking this as a sign of God’s wrath. Jack was not convinced, but the information was useful. The next letter he signed under the pseudonym Professor Percy Jones. The professor received a much more favourable response from a previously frosty club secretary.
His head bumping against the glass, he dreamt of strange things, open skies filled with larks, emerald fireflies in the night and chequered flags on the side of a hill. Then one of the Viennese gentlemen was shaking him awake, offering him a piece of stale bread that he did not want. Jack turned back to the window and realised he had woken in another England. This one was green. Before they left Berlin, he had imagined that this was what Britain was like. He smiled – so England was meadows and sheep, thatched roofs and silver rivers after all.