Parisians: An Adventure History Of Paris - Plot & Excerpts
He pictured Berlin in the transparent light of a summer morning shrinking to the size of a balsa-wood model, and the pines of the Grunewald dropping into a bottomless gorge. The plane surged and sank, and he thought how fortunate it was that there had been no time for breakfast. A sudden modulation of the scream suggested that the plane had already levelled out. At that altitude, if there had been a window, he might have recognized the Königsallee in the pattern of streets, and even the exact spot where he had left Mimina in tears. The two SS men had worn insignia that would have revealed their rank if he had known how to interpret such things. He had kissed her briefly, as though embarrassed in front of strangers. He could not remember whether he had only thought it as they parted or had actually uttered the words: ‘In a dictatorship, anything is possible.’ There were no seats in the plane, just wooden benches along the sides, for paratroopers, he supposed. He looked along the line of faces towards the cockpit.
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