Long ago, when life was still normal. Briefly she woke, to find herself somewhere cool. The pain was beating against the inside of her skull, crashing in waves against the bone. Dim memories crowded her mind. Lying in the street in Winterfeldtstrasse, people around her, her head pounding. Being p...
The queue for visas began before dawn and would still be there at dusk. Not that there was anything interesting about a queue in Berlin. Waiting was a way of life. Along with the ordinary queues for bread and meat and vegetables, there were long, snaking queues for train tickets and visas, and fo...
Groups of large, turn-of-the-century villas with gravel drives and high gates that allowed only a glimpse of a world framed by curly wrought iron, of sunlit lawns screened by abundant pines. It was the heartland of Berlin’s aristocracy. Back in their heyday, in the 1900s, there would have been ca...