After several weeks in Berlin Tom finally found the opportunity to explore the city on his own. He jumped off the recently repaired tram and walked with determined steps down the street toward the location of Ursula’s apartment house.
The area looked only faintly familiar. It had been damaged two years earlier, but the destruction he and his bomber pilot colleagues had caused in the two final war-years was staggering. It looked a hundred times worse than in London. Some buildings were only empty shells, a wall or two rising into the air, a dark charcoaled shadow against the bright blue summer sky. His pulse ratcheted up and he started running, afraid of what he might find.
He reached the five-story building where he’d spent several days in hiding and glanced up. It appeared to be holding
