Marino watched a man approach, walking from the S-bahn down Bernauer Strasse, the avenue shaded by linden trees. The man was cautious, glancing around the urban landscape, but it didn’t seem he expected to find anything. As he came closer, Marino saw it was Josef Kramer, a few minutes early for their scheduled appointment.
Bernauer Strasse“You’re punctual,” Marino said, glancing at his watch.
“I try to be,” Kramer said with a smile. “But I’m not always successful.”
“It’s a good quality to have,” Marino said. He turned, pointing to the building behind him. “This is it.”
Kramer looked at the three-story brick building that occupied most of the block. “An old factory?”
“Yes, I think ball bearings were made here during the war. The center section was bombed, but never rebuilt. The far end
