Verwandte Artikel zu Its a Long Way From Penny Apples
Inhaltsangabe
Tis better to be born lucky than rich....
There are many ways to confront tragedy and hard times. Angela's Ashes, Frank McCourt's tragic--and ultimately uplifting--tale of how one man overcame adversity and found happiness in the New World is a compelling story that has touched thousands of readers.
It's a Long Way from Penny Apples is another view of the Irish experience, another man's journey out of the grinding poverty that held an entire generation of Irishmen in its thrall.
Poverty and its ills can rend a family apart and ruin countless lives, leaving individuals on their own to find their way, if they can, out of that despair and on to a new life. But not every family gives in to defeat. Sometimes the choice is to not leave anyone behind... and out of that love, a family can come together, using all their talents to bring all of their loved ones to a better place.
Bill Cullen was lucky enough to have one such family. Born and bred in the rough inner city slums of Summerhill in Dublin, Bill was one of fourteen children. Selling on the streets from the age of six, be it fruit, flowers, newspapers, Christmas decorations, football colors, or programs, was a means of putting food on the table for Bill and his family. He finished school at thirteen to go on the street fulltime. In 1956 Bill got a job as a messenger boy for a pound a week at Waldens Ford Dealer in Dublin.
Through hard work and unrelenting determination, Bill was appointed director general of the company, in 1965. Bill went on to set up the Firlane Motor Company which became the biggest Ford dealership in Ireland. In 1986 he took over the troubled Renault car distribution franchise from Waterford Crystal. His turnaround of that company into what is now the Glencullen Group is a business success story-the group now has an annual turnover of 250 million.
Bill Cullen's story is an account of incredible poverty and deprivation in the Dublin slums. It highlights the frustration of a father and mother feeling their relationship crumble as they fight to give their children a better life. It's a story of courage, joy, and happiness--of how a mother gave inspiration and values to her children, saying to them, "The best thing I can give you is the independence to stand on your own feet."
It's a Long Way from Penny Apples is nothing less than a modern-day Horatio Alger story, told with humor and love; a heartwarming tale of redemption and overcoming adversity by one of the most famous self-made men in Ireland
Die Inhaltsangabe kann sich auf eine andere Ausgabe dieses Titels beziehen.
Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor
Bill Cullen
Auszug. © Genehmigter Nachdruck. Alle Rechte vorbehalten.
It's a Long Way from Penny Apples
By Cullen, BillForge Books
Copyright © 2004 Cullen, BillAll right reserved.
ISBN: 9780765310439
Chapter 1
The Germans Bomb Dublin
Billy Cullen was heading back to bed when he heard it. A faint drone, but slowly getting louder. A bloody air plane. He took the clock from the shelf to the window and saw that it was twenty-five past one in the morning. Listening carefully, he guessed the plane was down in the south docks area, around Ringsend. Heading up the River Liffey. As the drone faded to the west, he sat on the chair and realized that it must have been the plane’s second time to go over, as he had wakened about ten minutes before. Pulling on his trousers, he went over to the bed and shook his wife’s shoulder.
“Wake up, Mary,” he said, and she was awake like a shot. “I’m going out the back because there’s a plane mooching around up there. Remember they accidentally dropped a bomb in Terenure a few months back.”
He lit the oil lamp and moved to the door while Mary hopped out of bed and put her shawl around her.
“Mind yourself, Billy,” she whispered as he let himself out.
“I’ll be okay,” he said. “Just bolt this door behind me and open it on my five taps when I get back.”
Billy stepped down the stairs in his bare feet and out the back door, to the scrubland behind the Summerhill tenements. On the way, he heard scuffles and murmurs from the spunkers in the basement and thought they’d have no chance down there if any bombs fell. When he got out to the yard, he saw the dockland searchlights weaving patterns in the sky. That would happen only if they had no information from Collinstown Airport on the passing plane. It could be a lost British bomber trying to get home, but he should be heading east to the British coast, not west into the Irish midlands. If it was a German, he too could be lost and might mistake Dublin for Belfast, or even a British city, if his instruments were faulty.
In the moonlight, he could clearly see the old stable buildings at the end of the yard stretching over to the Twenty-seven Steps, where his wife’s brother, Bob Darcy, had his horse and cart stabled. Just when he was thinking he could go back to bed, he heard the aeroplane again. The noise was louder now, definitely down by the docks but on the north side this time, and suddenly he saw the plane picked out by the searchlights: There was a German swastika on the side. He turned and dashed up the back stairs. He gave his “shave-and-a-haircut” taps and Mary opened the door.
“Get dressed, get the kids up,” he said. “We’d better get out of here; it’s a bloody German bomber up there.”
The words were hardly out of his mouth when he heard the crump, crump, crump of bombs landing. He pulled Mary to the floor. There was another crump, crump, and then the noise of the aeroplane filled the room as it passed overhead. As the noise faded, Billy thought he heard another crump before everything went quiet. But the silence was broken now by the sound of shouts and screams. Mary picked up the two girls: Rita, who was four, and two-year-old Betty. The baby, Vera, was still asleep.
“Don’t touch any gas taps, Mary. Only use this oil lamp. And get the girls down to Molly’s,” he said, as he pulled on his boots and gansey. “That’s bombs the bloody so-and-so dropped, and it’s not far away, either. I’ll have to report to the Local Defense Force in Rutland Street School.”
Mary had herself ready and was dressing the girls. “It’s okay, Billy,” she said. “I’ll take care of things here and check out Mother Darcy. You make sure you get Big Bob with you down there, so give him a shout first.”
As Billy turned to leave, the door burst open, and Missus Carey from upstairs came in, crying, “Jesus, Mary, and Holy Saint Joseph, Mister Cullen, they’re going to murder us in our beds! Himself is after dropping on the floor with the fright.”
Mary put her arm around the old dear and said, “Off you go, Billy, I’ll look after all this. Take care of yourself.”
Billy moved out the door with his usual “You too,” and he threw a dabble of holy water on himself from the small font nailed to the wall under the picture of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. Down the stairs he went, moving a few people aside on the way, and when he got out onto the street he saw his neighbor Tommy Farrell on the footpath.
“It’s down toward the Five Lamps, Billy. We’d better get moving to the school. Here’s Bob,” said Tommy, pointing down the street, where Big Bob Darcy was coming up the middle of the road. He was fully dressed.
“Bejaysus, a fella can’t even have a bit of a hooley with his pals but either the guards hoosh us out of the pub or some bloody German in his aeroplane tries to blow us all up. This is some state of affairs,” said Bob, and it was obvious from the white froth on his upper lip that he’d still been scooping Guinness when the bombs fell.
Billy looked over at Bob Darcy, his brother-in-law. A big tough man he was, a full six feet four inches and over 250 pounds: He wasn’t called Big Bob for nothing. While he was a gentle sort of fella, he was known to be fond of the Guinness and with the drink on him would take on any man in a fight. Billy Cullen didn’t touch the drink—in fact would never go into a pub—and from that point of view he had little time for Bob Darcy.
Billy knew that no matter how much booze Bob had in him, he would never show it. He had seen him outside the pub after a night’s drinking, still able to outfight a younger, sober opponent keen to be able to say he’d floored Big Bob Darcy. For tonight’s work his size and strength would be needed. Billy felt a shiver down to his boots as he saw the smoke and flames in the distance.
Up Summerhill they went, with people calling nervously from the hallways. Men with only their trousers on and the women in shawls.
“What’s up, Mister Cullen, are we in for a hiding?” someone shouted.
“No, it’s okay,” said Billy. “It was only one aeroplane, and it’s off home by now. Go back to bed, the LDF boys will take care of things.”
As he was saying this, they could hear the clanging of fire brigade bells not far away. They came to the door of Rutland Street School—called the Red Brick College on the Hill by the locals. Jimmy Corbally was at the door. In they went, to find Captain Bolger and about twenty other men in the large hall.
“Well done, lads,” Bolger said to the new arrivals. “We’re just ready to head off. The word on the phone is that the houses up at Newcomen Bridge on the North Strand Road have been severely hit. We’re to get up there fast and help the fire brigade lads, so grab your kit and double up outside and we’ll move into Killarney Street and up to the Five Lamps. Let’s go.”
As they came up to the Five Lamps, they could see that there was chaos. People were running in all directions, some in their nightclothes, many others arriving half dressed. Fire brigade units were already in action. Billy couldn’t believe his eyes: The houses on both side of the North Strand Road up to Newcomen Bridge were in ruins.
“We’ll have to set rope cordons to hold...
The Germans Bomb Dublin
Billy Cullen was heading back to bed when he heard it. A faint drone, but slowly getting louder. A bloody air plane. He took the clock from the shelf to the window and saw that it was twenty-five past one in the morning. Listening carefully, he guessed the plane was down in the south docks area, around Ringsend. Heading up the River Liffey. As the drone faded to the west, he sat on the chair and realized that it must have been the plane’s second time to go over, as he had wakened about ten minutes before. Pulling on his trousers, he went over to the bed and shook his wife’s shoulder.
“Wake up, Mary,” he said, and she was awake like a shot. “I’m going out the back because there’s a plane mooching around up there. Remember they accidentally dropped a bomb in Terenure a few months back.”
He lit the oil lamp and moved to the door while Mary hopped out of bed and put her shawl around her.
“Mind yourself, Billy,” she whispered as he let himself out.
“I’ll be okay,” he said. “Just bolt this door behind me and open it on my five taps when I get back.”
Billy stepped down the stairs in his bare feet and out the back door, to the scrubland behind the Summerhill tenements. On the way, he heard scuffles and murmurs from the spunkers in the basement and thought they’d have no chance down there if any bombs fell. When he got out to the yard, he saw the dockland searchlights weaving patterns in the sky. That would happen only if they had no information from Collinstown Airport on the passing plane. It could be a lost British bomber trying to get home, but he should be heading east to the British coast, not west into the Irish midlands. If it was a German, he too could be lost and might mistake Dublin for Belfast, or even a British city, if his instruments were faulty.
In the moonlight, he could clearly see the old stable buildings at the end of the yard stretching over to the Twenty-seven Steps, where his wife’s brother, Bob Darcy, had his horse and cart stabled. Just when he was thinking he could go back to bed, he heard the aeroplane again. The noise was louder now, definitely down by the docks but on the north side this time, and suddenly he saw the plane picked out by the searchlights: There was a German swastika on the side. He turned and dashed up the back stairs. He gave his “shave-and-a-haircut” taps and Mary opened the door.
“Get dressed, get the kids up,” he said. “We’d better get out of here; it’s a bloody German bomber up there.”
The words were hardly out of his mouth when he heard the crump, crump, crump of bombs landing. He pulled Mary to the floor. There was another crump, crump, and then the noise of the aeroplane filled the room as it passed overhead. As the noise faded, Billy thought he heard another crump before everything went quiet. But the silence was broken now by the sound of shouts and screams. Mary picked up the two girls: Rita, who was four, and two-year-old Betty. The baby, Vera, was still asleep.
“Don’t touch any gas taps, Mary. Only use this oil lamp. And get the girls down to Molly’s,” he said, as he pulled on his boots and gansey. “That’s bombs the bloody so-and-so dropped, and it’s not far away, either. I’ll have to report to the Local Defense Force in Rutland Street School.”
Mary had herself ready and was dressing the girls. “It’s okay, Billy,” she said. “I’ll take care of things here and check out Mother Darcy. You make sure you get Big Bob with you down there, so give him a shout first.”
As Billy turned to leave, the door burst open, and Missus Carey from upstairs came in, crying, “Jesus, Mary, and Holy Saint Joseph, Mister Cullen, they’re going to murder us in our beds! Himself is after dropping on the floor with the fright.”
Mary put her arm around the old dear and said, “Off you go, Billy, I’ll look after all this. Take care of yourself.”
Billy moved out the door with his usual “You too,” and he threw a dabble of holy water on himself from the small font nailed to the wall under the picture of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. Down the stairs he went, moving a few people aside on the way, and when he got out onto the street he saw his neighbor Tommy Farrell on the footpath.
“It’s down toward the Five Lamps, Billy. We’d better get moving to the school. Here’s Bob,” said Tommy, pointing down the street, where Big Bob Darcy was coming up the middle of the road. He was fully dressed.
“Bejaysus, a fella can’t even have a bit of a hooley with his pals but either the guards hoosh us out of the pub or some bloody German in his aeroplane tries to blow us all up. This is some state of affairs,” said Bob, and it was obvious from the white froth on his upper lip that he’d still been scooping Guinness when the bombs fell.
Billy looked over at Bob Darcy, his brother-in-law. A big tough man he was, a full six feet four inches and over 250 pounds: He wasn’t called Big Bob for nothing. While he was a gentle sort of fella, he was known to be fond of the Guinness and with the drink on him would take on any man in a fight. Billy Cullen didn’t touch the drink—in fact would never go into a pub—and from that point of view he had little time for Bob Darcy.
Billy knew that no matter how much booze Bob had in him, he would never show it. He had seen him outside the pub after a night’s drinking, still able to outfight a younger, sober opponent keen to be able to say he’d floored Big Bob Darcy. For tonight’s work his size and strength would be needed. Billy felt a shiver down to his boots as he saw the smoke and flames in the distance.
Up Summerhill they went, with people calling nervously from the hallways. Men with only their trousers on and the women in shawls.
“What’s up, Mister Cullen, are we in for a hiding?” someone shouted.
“No, it’s okay,” said Billy. “It was only one aeroplane, and it’s off home by now. Go back to bed, the LDF boys will take care of things.”
As he was saying this, they could hear the clanging of fire brigade bells not far away. They came to the door of Rutland Street School—called the Red Brick College on the Hill by the locals. Jimmy Corbally was at the door. In they went, to find Captain Bolger and about twenty other men in the large hall.
“Well done, lads,” Bolger said to the new arrivals. “We’re just ready to head off. The word on the phone is that the houses up at Newcomen Bridge on the North Strand Road have been severely hit. We’re to get up there fast and help the fire brigade lads, so grab your kit and double up outside and we’ll move into Killarney Street and up to the Five Lamps. Let’s go.”
As they came up to the Five Lamps, they could see that there was chaos. People were running in all directions, some in their nightclothes, many others arriving half dressed. Fire brigade units were already in action. Billy couldn’t believe his eyes: The houses on both side of the North Strand Road up to Newcomen Bridge were in ruins.
“We’ll have to set rope cordons to hold...
„Über diesen Titel“ kann sich auf eine andere Ausgabe dieses Titels beziehen.
Suchergebnisse für Its a Long Way From Penny Apples
Beispielbild für diese ISBN
It's a Long Way from Penny Apples
Anbieter: World of Books (was SecondSale), Montgomery, IL, USA
Verkäuferbewertung 5 von 5 Sternen
Paperback. Zustand: Good. Tis better to be born lucky than rich. There are many ways to confront tragedy and hard times. Angela's Ashes, Frank McCourt's tragic--and ultimately uplifting--tale of how one man overcame adversity and found happiness in the New World is a compelling story that has touched thousands of readers. It's a Long Way from Penny Apples is another view of the Irish experience, another man's journey out of the grinding poverty that held an entire generation of Irishmen in its thrall. Poverty and its ills can rend a family apart and ruin countless lives, leaving individuals on their own to find their way, if they can, out of that despair and on to a new life. But not every family gives in to defeat. Sometimes the choice is to not leave anyone behind. and out of that love, a family can come together, using all their talents to bring all of their loved ones to a better place. Bill Cullen was lucky enough to have one such family. Born and bred in the rough inner city slums of Summerhill in Dublin, Bill was one of fourteen children. Selling on the streets from the age of six, be it fruit, flowers, newspapers, Christmas decorations, football colors, or programs, was a means of putting food on the table for Bill and his family. He finished school at thirteen to go on the street fulltime. In 1956 Bill got a job as a messenger boy for a pound a week at Waldens Ford Dealer in Dublin. Through hard work and unrelenting determination, Bill was appointed director general of the company, in 1965. Bill went on to set up the Firlane Motor Company which became the biggest Ford dealership in Ireland. In 1986 he took over the troubled Renault car distribution franchise from Waterford Crystal. His turnaround of that company into what is now the Glencullen Group is a business success story-the group now has an annual turnover of 250 million. Bill Cullen's story is an account of incredible poverty and deprivation in the Dublin slums. It highlights the frustration of a father and mother feeling their relationship crumble as they fight to give their children a better life. It's a story of courage, joy, and happiness--of how a mother gave inspiration and values to her children, saying to them, "The best thing I can give you is the independence to stand on your own feet." It's a Long Way from Penny Apples is nothing less than a modern-day Horatio Alger story, told with humor and love; a heartwarming tale of redemption and overcoming adversity by one of the most famous self-made men in Ireland. Bestandsnummer des Verkäufers 00110937842
Gebraucht kaufen
EUR 4,81
Versand gratis
Versand innerhalb von USA
Versand innerhalb von USA
Anzahl: 1 verfügbar
Beispielbild für diese ISBN
It's a Long Way from Penny Apples
Anbieter: World of Books (was SecondSale), Montgomery, IL, USA
Verkäuferbewertung 5 von 5 Sternen
Paperback. Zustand: Very Good. Tis better to be born lucky than rich. There are many ways to confront tragedy and hard times. Angela's Ashes, Frank McCourt's tragic--and ultimately uplifting--tale of how one man overcame adversity and found happiness in the New World is a compelling story that has touched thousands of readers. It's a Long Way from Penny Apples is another view of the Irish experience, another man's journey out of the grinding poverty that held an entire generation of Irishmen in its thrall. Poverty and its ills can rend a family apart and ruin countless lives, leaving individuals on their own to find their way, if they can, out of that despair and on to a new life. But not every family gives in to defeat. Sometimes the choice is to not leave anyone behind. and out of that love, a family can come together, using all their talents to bring all of their loved ones to a better place. Bill Cullen was lucky enough to have one such family. Born and bred in the rough inner city slums of Summerhill in Dublin, Bill was one of fourteen children. Selling on the streets from the age of six, be it fruit, flowers, newspapers, Christmas decorations, football colors, or programs, was a means of putting food on the table for Bill and his family. He finished school at thirteen to go on the street fulltime. In 1956 Bill got a job as a messenger boy for a pound a week at Waldens Ford Dealer in Dublin. Through hard work and unrelenting determination, Bill was appointed director general of the company, in 1965. Bill went on to set up the Firlane Motor Company which became the biggest Ford dealership in Ireland. In 1986 he took over the troubled Renault car distribution franchise from Waterford Crystal. His turnaround of that company into what is now the Glencullen Group is a business success story-the group now has an annual turnover of 250 million. Bill Cullen's story is an account of incredible poverty and deprivation in the Dublin slums. It highlights the frustration of a father and mother feeling their relationship crumble as they fight to give their children a better life. It's a story of courage, joy, and happiness--of how a mother gave inspiration and values to her children, saying to them, "The best thing I can give you is the independence to stand on your own feet." It's a Long Way from Penny Apples is nothing less than a modern-day Horatio Alger story, told with humor and love; a heartwarming tale of redemption and overcoming adversity by one of the most famous self-made men in Ireland. Bestandsnummer des Verkäufers 00081930161
Gebraucht kaufen
EUR 4,81
Versand gratis
Versand innerhalb von USA
Versand innerhalb von USA
Anzahl: 1 verfügbar
Foto des Verkäufers
It's a Long Way from Penny Apples
Anbieter: Greenworld Books, Arlington, TX, USA
Verkäuferbewertung 5 von 5 Sternen
Zustand: very_good. Fast Free Shipping â" Very Good condition book with a firm cover and clean pages. Shows normal use and some light wear or limited notes markings. A solid, nice copy to enjoy. Bestandsnummer des Verkäufers GWV.0765310430.VG
Gebraucht kaufen
EUR 4,82
Versand gratis
Versand innerhalb von USA
Versand innerhalb von USA
Anzahl: 1 verfügbar
Beispielbild für diese ISBN
It's a Long Way from Penny Apples
Anbieter: Wonder Book, Frederick, MD, USA
Verkäuferbewertung 5 von 5 Sternen
Zustand: Good. Good condition. A copy that has been read but remains intact. May contain markings such as bookplates, stamps, limited notes and highlighting, or a few light stains. Bestandsnummer des Verkäufers O10N-00118
Gebraucht kaufen
EUR 6,33
Versand gratis
Versand innerhalb von USA
Versand innerhalb von USA
Anzahl: 1 verfügbar
Beispielbild für diese ISBN
It's a Long Way from Penny Apples
Anbieter: World of Books Inc, Montgomery, IL, USA
Verkäuferbewertung 4 von 5 Sternen
Paperback. Zustand: Very Good. Tis better to be born lucky than rich. There are many ways to confront tragedy and hard times. Angela's Ashes, Frank McCourt's tragic--and ultimately uplifting--tale of how one man overcame adversity and found happiness in the New World is a compelling story that has touched thousands of readers. It's a Long Way from Penny Apples is another view of the Irish experience, another man's journey out of the grinding poverty that held an entire generation of Irishmen in its thrall. Poverty and its ills can rend a family apart and ruin countless lives, leaving individuals on their own to find their way, if they can, out of that despair and on to a new life. But not every family gives in to defeat. Sometimes the choice is to not leave anyone behind. and out of that love, a family can come together, using all their talents to bring all of their loved ones to a better place. Bill Cullen was lucky enough to have one such family. Born and bred in the rough inner city slums of Summerhill in Dublin, Bill was one of fourteen children. Selling on the streets from the age of six, be it fruit, flowers, newspapers, Christmas decorations, football colors, or programs, was a means of putting food on the table for Bill and his family. He finished school at thirteen to go on the street fulltime. In 1956 Bill got a job as a messenger boy for a pound a week at Waldens Ford Dealer in Dublin. Through hard work and unrelenting determination, Bill was appointed director general of the company, in 1965. Bill went on to set up the Firlane Motor Company which became the biggest Ford dealership in Ireland. In 1986 he took over the troubled Renault car distribution franchise from Waterford Crystal. His turnaround of that company into what is now the Glencullen Group is a business success story-the group now has an annual turnover of 250 million. Bill Cullen's story is an account of incredible poverty and deprivation in the Dublin slums. It highlights the frustration of a father and mother feeling their relationship crumble as they fight to give their children a better life. It's a story of courage, joy, and happiness--of how a mother gave inspiration and values to her children, saying to them, "The best thing I can give you is the independence to stand on your own feet." It's a Long Way from Penny Apples is nothing less than a modern-day Horatio Alger story, told with humor and love; a heartwarming tale of redemption and overcoming adversity by one of the most famous self-made men in Ireland. Bestandsnummer des Verkäufers CIN0765310430VG
Gebraucht kaufen
EUR 6,62
Versand gratis
Versand innerhalb von USA
Versand innerhalb von USA
Anzahl: 1 verfügbar
Beispielbild für diese ISBN
It's a Long Way from Penny Apples
Anbieter: ThriftBooks-Dallas, Dallas, TX, USA
Verkäuferbewertung 5 von 5 Sternen
Paperback. Zustand: Good. No Jacket. Pages can have notes/highlighting. Spine may show signs of wear. ~ ThriftBooks: Read More, Spend Less. Bestandsnummer des Verkäufers G0765310430I3N00
Gebraucht kaufen
EUR 7,04
Versand gratis
Versand innerhalb von USA
Versand innerhalb von USA
Anzahl: 1 verfügbar
Beispielbild für diese ISBN
It's a Long Way from Penny Apples [Paperback] Cullen, Bill
Anbieter: Bibliomonster Books, Rancho Cucamonga, CA, USA
Verkäuferbewertung 4 von 5 Sternen
paperback. Zustand: As New. Used softcover like new. No spine creases, breaks, writing, highlighting or underlining. Clean, sharp serviceable copy. Bestandsnummer des Verkäufers UB-GBD9-VMPD
Gebraucht kaufen
EUR 5,41
EUR 4,40 Versand
Versand innerhalb von USA
Versand innerhalb von USA
Anzahl: 1 verfügbar
Beispielbild für diese ISBN
Its a Long Way From Penny Apples
Anbieter: Lakeside Books, Benton Harbor, MI, USA
Verkäuferbewertung 5 von 5 Sternen
Zustand: New. Brand New! Not Overstocks or Low Quality Book Club Editions! Direct From the Publisher! We're not a giant, faceless warehouse organization! We're a small town bookstore that loves books and loves it's customers! Buy from Lakeside Books! Bestandsnummer des Verkäufers OTF-Y-9780765310439
Neu kaufen
EUR 13,70
EUR 3,51 Versand
Versand innerhalb von USA
Versand innerhalb von USA
Anzahl: Mehr als 20 verfügbar
Foto des Verkäufers
It's a Long Way from Penny Apples
Anbieter: GreatBookPrices, Columbia, MD, USA
Verkäuferbewertung 5 von 5 Sternen
Zustand: New. Bestandsnummer des Verkäufers 1826765-n
Neu kaufen
EUR 14,92
EUR 2,32 Versand
Versand innerhalb von USA
Versand innerhalb von USA
Anzahl: Mehr als 20 verfügbar
Foto des Verkäufers
It's a Long Way from Penny Apples
Anbieter: GreatBookPrices, Columbia, MD, USA
Verkäuferbewertung 5 von 5 Sternen
Zustand: As New. Unread book in perfect condition. Bestandsnummer des Verkäufers 1826765
Gebraucht kaufen
EUR 15,70
EUR 2,32 Versand
Versand innerhalb von USA
Versand innerhalb von USA
Anzahl: Mehr als 20 verfügbar