Chapter 41We stopped in a village and took a room in a modest inn. I wasn't refused, although I could see the proprietor and his wife were nervous. They looked at Simmy suspiciously as if he was an escapee from a lunatic asylum but the authority of a Soviet officer kept their tongues still and their eyes averted. Simmy sat on the bed and smoked intensely while I doused my face in the washbasin removing grit from travel. We had passed many vehicles, many military convoys rumbling across Poland.
“Where do they go?” Simmy had asked as we waited for a line of lorries to pass us by and free the road.
“To the eastern side of Germany.”
“Why there?”
“It's a new world order, little brother. For her sins, Germany is being divided up. The communists are taking the east. Even Berlin is a divided c
