September 1, 1939

It wasn't safe to come out of the shelter until noon the next day. When the Americans and their guards did come out, the sky was black with smoke, The sun was an angry little pinhead. Dresden was like the moon now, nothing but roasted mushrooms. The sauce was hot. Everybody else in the neighborhood was dead.
So it goes...

Pictured here is September 1, 1939 - Pasta is sweet to those who know it not.