A voice From the Past

My childhood friend rang me he hadn’t been ringing me for some time

 he is the shy type and only ring when he has been drinking and judging

by his infrequency of calls he is rather abstinent. He spoke of the time

he time of our boyhood when found, in a warehouse, Nazi uniforms and

put them on marching around the streets shouting “Hail Hitler” But this

in 1947 a time when children were given some room. If a child behaved

 something like that today, now that time is so very intolerant we would

grow up not getting a job because of our childhoods’ criminal past.

Referring to Nazism is a crime and it doesn’t matter how old you were at

the time. He wants to visit me and I have told him that’s ok, yet I hope he

will not come; our childhood was eons ago and I cannot by mere words

bring him the magic he wants to hear of our infancy that in the end was

rather banal and full of dreams of what to do when we’re adults.