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Irma's Stories -
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We stood on the veranda, waiting for someone to open the front door. The whole house was built from a light-coloured timber, neatly finished at every joint. The front door consisted of panels carved from the same wood, depicting scenes from the mountains around us. It was mid-morning, with a little coolness in the September air. The door opened. He stood there, with a welcoming smile on his wise face. I caught my breath, as I found it unexpected to see him so suddenly. He shook our hand, welcoming us into his home. His bright blue eyes twinkled and shone. In a soft Swiss-accented voice, lightly rolling his R’s, he escorted us into his lounge. The home was furnished immaculately, every piece of furniture carefully selected and placed. He made sure we were comfortable when he went to call his wife...
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