Dean was in a bad mood. Due to the Soviets’ veto the new Lord Mayor Ernst Reuter still couldn’t take office. The elections had taken place several months ago already and nothing had changed, because the Soviets filibustered, obstructed and asked for additional investigations.
And there was nothing he could do. General Clay, his superior in the Allied Control Council, had explicitly told him not to antagonize the Russians. As if those thugs needed antagonizing. They came up with the vilest s**t all by themselves.
For the time being Dean was stuck with a Berlin Magistrat filled with unelected communist members, while the elected delegates were kept out of office with the flimsiest of excuses. How on earth was he supposed to govern Berlin under these circumstances?
A knock on the door inte
