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February 14, 2017

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Christian

I called it my dear home for many years until unfortunately rent increases forced us out to move back to Berlin. Anyways, I always loved hearing the stories of locals being born there (as was a midwife we had when our son was born at Homerton and another carer at his nursery).

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