Berlin, August 1945
Berlin, August 1945Lotte returned home on a sunny day in August. The shock at the deplorable condition of Berlin in general, and the building where her family used to live in particular, struck a chord in her soul, impeding any movement.
She stood frozen to the cobblestones on the street, a car honking at the obstacle she presented, her eyes widening by the moment. A barely standing structure with gaping bomb holes in walls peppered with bullet holes, and smashed windowpanes, confronted her.
Please God, let them be alive and here, Lotte prayed, as she slipped through the entrance door that hung off its hinges. She rushed up the damaged stairs, taking three steps at once, when a young boy dashed down, brushing past her without a word as he darted on outside into the s
