There is no way I would ever have heard of a town in Germany called Schlutup (near Lubeck), if it wasn't for a girl called Roma who I had just started dating in early 1980. In the summer of 1980 she went to Schlutup to work in a pickle factory. I wish I had kept the postcards and letters we exchanged.
45 years later we went to Schlutup on our way to Copenhagen, and had a wonderful few moments for Roma to remember the town after 45 years. We went straight to the street where she (and about 40 other girls) stayed as factory labourers. It was a great moment for her to remember her time from so long ago. The factory is gone, but there was enough for her to have some memories of her time there.
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