Chapter Four
In the early hours of the following day the aircraft landed at Tempelhof, the main airport for Berlin. Alighting, Irma stared in disbelief at the destruction. “Christ all f*****g Mighty!” she swore as she tried to absorb the devastation. “It looks like the end of the world.”
“They fought to the last bullet.”
“And that cunt Hitler?”
“Dead. Himmler dead. Goebbels dead. Suicides.”
“That is so typical. Lead the country to destruction and then opt out. I hope they all rot in hell. Is there anything left?”
“Constant bombing by the Allies and shelling by the Red Army along with the street fighting has destroyed much of the city.”
“Any notion of going home can be dismissed then?”
“It’s a lottery. Where were you raised?”
“Schillerkiez.”
“Is that close to the centre?”
“Five,
