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On those rare days when the factory owners came to black bucket hat see the prisoners, we saw an island of potatoes floating in the lake of soup. That was how we found out about the order to make us more productive by giving us more and better food. Otherwise, the SS ignored the order, fishing out any morsels of vegetable and shreds of meat from the soup, emptying it of all nourishment, leaving us nothing but greasy water. As soon as Clarissa crossed the threshold, the officer turned on her heel, and Clarissa followed. The door closed silently, as though it had never moved. I fastened my head to the hardness of the pallet, and as I turned back, I found Janine's eyes, like a cat's, slicing through me in the darkness. I turned away. The silence hung so heavy that I could almost hear the Frenchwoman's eyelids batting, and the sound of my own breathing rumbled in my ears.

Other times, she would be gone all night. We knew well enough where she slept. Nestling in the embrace of the woman officer, her gateway to the world. Sometimes, she would be allowed to hear a Chopin Polonaise or a Wagner symphony, resting her back against the delicate sheets. And the Brünhilde would offer her soft clothes, wash her body in funny hats a tub, shampoo her hair. Clarissa would lie there with her legs curled up, her mind closed within itself. At the morning parade, a telltale nerve would twitch in the officer's cheek as she passed by Clarissa. Wherever a body goes once its fate is sealed, its fate goes first. People shy away as they would from someone with a dreaded disease, but the body has its own truth to tell. It stetson cowboy hats follows its course, spinning and stumbling. Once Clarissa was branded, the stigma could never be wiped away.

I could see my mother's jars filling with red jam, as she lined them up, one by one, on the pantry shelves for all the seasons to come until next summer. Then she pressed her head into the empty kerchief and breathed in the lingering fragrance of the fruit. The kerchief covered her, but we could still see the shivers running down her spine. We went back to our workbenches and clung to them. Even the meisters left her alone, until the door opened again. In the doorway was the Nazi officer, some loose strands of golden hair dangling under her hat and falling damply along her neck. She went over to Clarissa, took her by the shoulders and shook her with one powerful jolt. The kerchief dropped to travis mathew hats the ground. The red spots had stained it.

But Janine had already stepped out of the line and her legs were carrying her unhaltingly, overcome by some secret power. She approached the Russian officers, whispering something. Two of them followed her back. Ever so slowly, they approached the line. Janine stood opposite the Nazi woman and pointed her out with an arched hand. "That's the one!" The officers dragged her away and the Brünhilde started screaming and jerking convulsively. But the Russian had a firm grip on her. He made her stand up, as he struck her on her bald pate. Thus is how I picture her skull, lying on the ground after the worms had gnawed at it. The Russian wasted no time, pulling at her shirt, ripping it right off.

I'm not going to breathe warm mist onto the pane, because I don't really want to see. Clarissa in a golden embrace, and Janine with the wine growers of Gaul, and myself in Tel-Aviv. Only rarely does my soul wander and turn over, and it no longer reaches back to the beginning. This hat is made of macrame, a technique of manual weaving in which the craftsman works with their fingers, crossing and knotting the threads, forming geometric decorative patterns. This unique and stylish hat was made by the artisans of the city of Timbiras, Maranhão, located in the extreme west side of the Northeast region of Brazil. The Buriti is a palm tree also known as the Moriche palm in English. This high growing palm is native to Brazil and some bordering countries, and grows in wet and swampy environments.

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