When the Kommodore was in a good mood he’d take time explaining how things worked, reminisce about childhood and speak fondly of his previous role designing gun turrets for cruisers and battleships. But he was under huge pressure from Berlin to convert thousands of barges with limited material and an under-skilled workforce, so mostly he was crabby and miserable. Kuefer worked late nights and weekends and his young translator was expected to be available at all times. Marc often fell asleep on the way home and he even spent one night on the sofa in Kuefer’s hotel suite when his boss demanded a five a.m. start for a meeting in Paris. Most days they travelled between dockyards, supervising barge construction along a three-hundred-kilometre stretch of coastline running from Le Havre in the west and as far east as Ostende in Belgium. The thing that most irked Marc was that Kuefer and his German driver, Schroder, would make arrangements for lunch in a decent restaurant, leaving him to his own devices.
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