All was silent and still on Sandstrasse. From time to time a car growled, and once in a while sleigh bells tinkled. Even the screeching of the last trams gliding towards Neumarkt and the Post Office was muffled by the soft filter laid down by the blizzard. The windows of the Norbertan monastery g...
Director Ernst Bennert of the Psychiatric Hospital slid his hand over his enormous bald skull. He examined his wet palm with care – like a palmist. The mound of Venus was sticky with sweat, tiny drops glistening in the life line. Two flies dug convulsively into a stain left by a glass of sweet te...
Since it was in full operation until all hours of the night, it gave out stinking fumes, and the clatter of its machinery disturbed the afternoon peace of everyone who lived in the tenements; they never stopped complaining, protesting, even demonstrating, and forming blockades at the gates of the...