‘In Hôtel Ampurias there is a respectably-sized arsenal of instruments for extracting information,’ Régine was warned on her first arrival in Paris. The place was said to echo with screams of a horrible significance.
Locals called the street the Rue des Phalangistes, he’d added.
The door Régine next entered had the Generalleutnant’s nameplate on it.
‘A pleasant room with unpleasant uses,’ was Régine’s first thought.
The elegant suite the general had chosen to occupy, with its magnificent gilded panels and cornices, marbled pillars and rich velvet, gold-tasselled drapes – an apartment that was never designed for a brigand chief – told the truth about him because of its lie. (Régine remembered tales of the Franco-Prussian War and of the fallen city and of imperial chaises longues chopped up for firewood by the marauding homo teutonicus.)
From The Lost Hour – A Memoir of a Trauma
by Catherine Eisner 2016
Dateline Baghdad 2003
Dateline Paris 1942
Dateline Paris 1870
*The more things change, the more they stay the same.
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