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June 22, 2004
When I walk in, Bern is behind the counter. ‘Okay,' Bern says, ‘I've caught my second wind, who is next?' Everyone looks from one to the other to the other, and no one wants to step forward. ‘Better speak up, loudly' Bern says, ‘or I'll choose one of you.' Some customers walk out the door. Three remain. One of them steps forward. A young man about twenty-eight or thirty. It's hard to tell his age. He isn't a teenager, that's for sure. His composure is confident. He orders a baguette sandwich with ham, cheese and Brie. I wait my turn.