Berlin, June 1945
Berlin, June 1945Anna returned home from a night shift at the Charité hospital. Like the rest of the city, it now was under Soviet administration. Even with the war officially over, nurses were very much in demand, although the horrendous influx of new patients had slowed down.
“Good morning, darling.” Peter, her husband, greeted her with a kiss as she opened the door. “We were just about to have breakfast. Do you want to join us?”
“No, thank you. I already ate at the hospital.” She said out of habit, even though it was true only about half of the time. Without her mentor and boss, Professor Scherer, it would be true even more rarely. But Peter and his thirteen-year-old son from his first marriage needed the little food the family could get hold of more than she did.
