Bryan Kopta - Audiobook Demo (Conversational, Dialogue, Storyteller)
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the letter carrier was welcomed into every Jewish home with shouts of joy, looks of astonishment! And then, with affectionate glances, the letter carrier self esteem began to grow. The Jewish letter carrier got off to a good start. Job of letter carrier. In fact, stoke feelings of envy in many Choose who treated him as one of the Elect, one of the fortunate few on whom Lady Luck, It's mild. No one really knows why people felt this way. Does the letter carriers job in itself have something romantic about it? Does he bring the scent of far off lands, oceans and deserts and of ships and trains along with him? The letter carrier has to hurry on with his route. He still got a lot of letters to deliver on a number of different floors. Colletto carrier would work his way up and down stairs, only to be met in every apartment by enraged customers, boring a steady stream of demands on his head, making it hard for him to control his temper and stay polite. The public, of course, had a great deal riding on prompt mail delivery, not just merchants, and small tradesmen depended on it but the broader public as well. Little scraps of paper they received in the mail, often written in mishmash of half Yiddish half chairman, often represented their last chance for salvation, providing them with bread or other support from relatives still living in the countryside at large. People kept a special eye out for letters from Russia. Ah, letter from Russia, the sweetest dream of those who have been ruined and their ultimate hope of consolation. Children infected with their parents sense of anxious expectation would not let the letter carrier take a single step down the street, besieging and pastoring him with the shrill shriek of their youthful voices. And if fortune smiles and he actually brought a letter for their parents, the same child raised head over heels of the stairs, screaming at the top of their lungs and crashing into the room out of breath. Mama, a letter from Russia from strolling from Syria from heaven. I saw it myself. A letter with a Russian stand Jewish woman is dizzy as she waits in her mind. The letter soon becomes a huge round of cheese, a fat salami or thick chunk of butter. Before long, her eyes can see nothing else. Her years, nothing else. When a war such you received a package with items such as thes, he would be able to take some of it a portion of tea, coffee, whiskey or tobacco, for instance, and sell it for good money on the open market. Selling part of the delicacies could bring in enough to pay for food for several weeks. And if you go on and consume the rest. There were times when a card announcing a package to calm would determine the fate of an entire family deciding whether they will live or die. The higher the cost of living climb and tied, the noose was drawn around the neck of the ghetto. Choose the stronger. Their clamor for male became the constant wait for packages drove people out of their minds. Street numbers of the buildings were terribly confusing. Doing his job conscientiously became a next to impossible task for the Jewish letter carrier, especially in winter when walking of slippery offered broken stairs could become a deadly affair. The knock on the door in the middle of the night. What a torture WAAS! Jews trembled at the prospect of house searches and assaults. No one answered immediately, not became stronger. The male, after all, must not be delayed. In winter. The letter carrier might see 10 to 12 people in the home of one of the larger families lying in bed with pale faces and fever size, swallowing their spittle. Things were scattered around the house in a terrifying disorder, a reminder of the truth of the old saying, like outside, like inside. What was obvious was that all work raised by a single obsessive idea. Where can I get a little piece of bread? And then, suddenly, with Russia post office, all **** breaks loose. Letters trickle in, become fewer by the day. Thousands of letters sent to Russia over the last few days of being returned with German notation. Postal service suspended as the nightmare of Jewish Warsaw darkens, hope is gradually extinguished. No more letters from Russia. No more packages, just walls. Drab red and cold ghetto walls, like the walls of so many cheerless presence. Who cares about the Jewish post office for the swollen feet of the Jewish letter carrier Now