Kasele is my
guardian angel when I do research in the Library of Congress. Whatever
book I write out on the sheets of paper, she will find - well, within
hours. When she once took me behind the counter through the hundreds of
miles of shelves, I found out that virtually all the black employees
knew me. Not so much because of the two copies of my book, they should
have (one long ago stolen), but because Kasele had told them about me.
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