Berlin, February 1946
Berlin, February 1946Thinking of Johann every single day, Lotte worried about his fate. Rumors about the deplorable treatment of German prisoners of war by the Russians abounded, but Lotte refused to dwell on them, hoping they were just that: rumors.
One day after work she was lying on the sofa listening to a radio program when a knock sounded at the apartment door. She was the only person in the apartment, since the rest of the family had gone out to run errands.
With a deep sigh she got up and dragged her tired bones to the door, already formulating a snide remark for whoever had forgotten his or her keys and disturbed her well-earned rest. Even after her body had adjusted to the backbreaking work as a Trümmerfrau, one of the women clearing the rubble from Berlin
