That night Walter didn’t sleep well. He had these reoccurring visions of still being at Sachsenhausen Concentration Camp. He woke up and thought, I have to figure out why I’m having these dreams about things which I’ve tried to forget for the last fifty years. Something must have triggered this.
The morning finally came, and since he was awake, he got up, dressed and went straight to his office/ library to read his financial reports. He always felt like a different person wearing his signature three-piece-suit. For some reason, it always gave him a different feeling. He actually felt more energized when he dressed as if he were going to an office.
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