The next morning a messenger rushed up to Johann. “You shall report to the office immediately.”
“What for?”
“Don’t know, but you’re not the only one.” The messenger dashed off to bring the order to more men.
Johann sighed and walked to the office building. What could they want from him now? His stomach clenched as he stepped into the office, where two Soviet officers waited for him. They took his personal data and compared it against the list lying on the desk.
“Take off your new returnee clothes,” the younger officer said.
Johann’s heart plummeted into his shoes. “What?”
“Over there are other clothes, but hurry up, we don’t have much time.”
It didn’t make sense to oppose their commands, so Johann took off his clean and shiny new clothes and slipped into the old, stinking, bug-infes
