January 1946
January 1946Georg was delighted at the opportunity to continue his studies at the recently opened Berlin University. He still worked at Dr. Ebert’s hospital during his free hours and never missed a chance to tell Marlene about the joys of being a student again even though he had to burn the midnight oil to keep up with his busy schedule.
“Why don’t you enroll in classes, too, Marlene?” said Georg often enough to make the young woman sigh deeply.
“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “The last time I hit the books was before...well, it was quite some time ago. I’m quite happy at what I do.”
“Don’t sell yourself short,” Georg protested. “Don’t you have ambitions? You told me yourself that you’d love to become a lawyer instead of carrying law cases from one room to the next.”
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