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... h border at dusk, its windows dark, curtains drawn.
Onboard sat men who did not wear uniforms, but carried orders more dangerous than rifles.
They stepped off quietly in Ústí nad Labem engineers, documentarians, handlers.
They didn’t speak Czech.
They didn’t need to.
The local German-speaking organizers were already waiting.
One of them, a man with thick glasses and tobacco-stained fingers, handed over a sheet.
It listed incidents planned o ...
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