Berlin, Germany, May 1948
Berlin, Germany, May 1948Zara leaned back in her seat, watching as the ruins of Berlin passed by. Every second the train took her farther away from the city she’d learned to fear, and nearer to her new job as housemaid for an American family at the Wiesbaden airbase.
She had never personally met her employers, but judging by the phone calls with Mr. and Mrs. Gardner, they seemed quite nice. And they came highly recommended by friends of hers.
“Aren’t you sad to leave Berlin?” Laura, the roommate of one of Zara’s best friends, asked. Laura was three years younger than Zara herself, and her signature feature was the long, blond braided hair. She always looked like the poster child of the Bund Deutscher Mädel – an organization Zara had been forced to attend for ma
