Sabine stared across the expanse of the factory, trying to convince herself that this job wasn’t so bad. Unfortunately, her mind didn’t buy it and dissatisfaction seeped into her soul like bitter medicine. In fact, she hated working at the factory, but then again, she recognized the futility of any form of protest.
The Arbeitsamt had assigned her to work there and like any good citizen, she’d obeyed. While her current station was monotonous, the work was easy and not physically demanding. As far as jobs went, there were much worse positions out there and she had no desire to experience any of them personally. Like cleaning the rubble from the streets after the air raids. Although, to tell the truth, she suspected such hard labor served as some kind of penal assignment. The people doing i
