The friendship with Georg was getting along as planned. In fact, Werner liked the other man a lot. Georg was intelligent, a good conversational partner, had humor, loathed the Nazis and possessed natural authority.
Although they were the same age, Werner often saw in Georg his younger self, before disillusionment about the upcoming proletarian revolution had taken possession of him. Compared to the idealistic Georg, Werner was but an ancient cynic.
He shrugged. Realist, not cynic. The revolutionary heat of the youth has to be guided by real-life experience. Catching up to his inner dialogue, Werner broke out into a fit of hilarious giggles. What kind of man is telling himself party p********a -- and expecting him to believe it? He shook his head, preferring to occupy his thoughts with Ge
