This Side of the Oder

Koberling is standing on the hill as they arrive. The hill is a mound of soil that Koberling piled up with his own hands in the middle of the garden two years ago. Back then Constance had laughed and called it 'Field Marshal Hill'; he had countered with 'Napoleon Hill', and the name stuck. From there he has a view of the lawn, the veranda, the shady entrance to the kitchen, and the rolling meadows beyond which flows the Oder.

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