Once upon a time, a fair Fraulein frolicked on Ubin. Unfortunately, a bullet in the Balkans forced the Kaiser to wage war on his kin across the channel. In this distant nook of the Eurasian landmass, the lass's family transformed from a benign clan of coffee growers to a vicious gang of jerrymanding huns and the tommies duly descended in a blitz one night. Her folks survived in internment but the young lady fled and managed to elude capture with deadly certainty.
It's said that those who die young are particularly loved by heaven, and perhaps this inkling fell on the folks who erected a shrine in her memory. In turn, she bestows her favour on guests who line her abode with fragrant wares and offer a tribute of incense. But even the gods can be moved, and for a while it seemed that her datukship might have to give way to the lords of the land. The altar of a later pilgrim found no respite from stony forces but for now, the Teutonic temple still faces the waters to its southwest beneath the broad leaves of a sea almond tree that shelter a home to death and its maiden.
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