Berlin, January 1948
Berlin, January 1948The singer and entertainer Brunhilde von Sinnen stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body and another like a turban around her hair. She glanced at the handsome man reclining on the mattress. He looked young for his forty-something years, although his cropped dark hair and mustache were graying. But his brown eyes were vivid, his mind sharp and his body well-toned.
It wasn’t that she loved him, because love was an antiquated concept meant to e*****e women and keep them in subservience to one man. But she was dearly attached to him for the way of life he provided her. In a Berlin still in shambles after World War Two, everything was scarce: food, accommodation, clothes, electricity.
Brigadier General Dean Harris was the Kommanda
