Bruni and Marlene disembarked the underground train, along with hundreds of other Berliners. They were headed to Platz der Republik, where the Lord Mayor Ernst Reuter would be addressing the people in front of the burned-out Reichstag.
“Do you know who’s here?” Marlene said as they weaved through the multitude of people, hoping to find their friends at the agreed-upon meeting point.
“All of Berlin, it seems.” Bruni pursed her lips, giving a muttered curse when someone bumped into her.
“No, I mean not here, but in the city.”
“Do you expect me to guess?” Bruni was getting annoyed. It hadn’t been her idea to come to this public concourse; if she’d had her say, she’d now be sitting in her apartment, drinking wine from the black market and listening to the speech on the radio.
But no, Lott
