Berlin, the Charité clinic
Berlin, the Charité clinicThe ride to Berlin passed in a blur. Fever wracked Stan’s body and each bump in the road – and there were many – ripped a fresh wave of pain through his body. He kept his eyes closed, breathing through the pain and biting his lips so as not to scream.
Despite his effort to focus on breathing, he still overheard the conversation between Anna and the SS man who acted as driver. If he’d had the strength, Stan would have punched the despicable man for his disgraceful remarks about Jews, Slavs and prisoners in general.
Back in Poland with the partisans this Hans person wouldn’t have lasted another second, but now Stan contented himself with plans of revenge and deciding on the slowest and most torturous method of death for the SS man. At l
