Chapter 23
Anna left the apartment, angry at Ursula, at Mutter, and at Peter. But most of all she was angry with herself. Ursula’s pep talk had struck a chord. Was Anna barking up the wrong tree? Was the career she’d worked so hard to obtain worth nothing?
Anna increased her pace, walking all the way to her place at the Charité. She reached the staff building covered in sweat, her heart pounding from the exercise. Did anyone not actively opposing the wrongdoings automatically become a criminal by association? What had happened to the comfortable position inside the silent majority, where people were neither saints nor devils?
Am I a Nazi by definition now? Who can I talk to who won’t be judgmental? I need a voice of reason.
She turned on her heel and rushed across the huge compound of
