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They talk about prohibition in America. What can one do in a country such as that?   ' What does one do in America when one is sad - without alcohol?' asks Zwonimir.Joseph Roth
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I am alone. My heart beats only for myself. The strikers mean nothing to me. I have nothing in common with the mob, nor with individuals. I am a cold person. In the war I did not feel I was part of my company. We all lay in the same mud and waited for the same death. But I could think only about my own life and death. I would step over corpses and it oftened saddened me that I could feel no pain.Joseph Roth