The next morning, when Anna woke up late, Ursula was already waiting for her, tapping her toe on the floor in annoyance.
“How was the party?” She held out a mug with hot tea. “Sorry, not even Ersatzkaffee left in the house.” Recently, even the ration cards couldn’t buy anything anymore. Hundreds, maybe thousands of shops in the capital had closed, because their owners had been forced to leave or to work in war-related industries.
“It was wonderful and overwhelming all at the same time. There were so many important people there, and Professor Scherer introduced me to all of them.”
Ursula grimaced and Anna could read her thoughts. Nazis. All of them. You’d better stay away.
“Not all of them are bad. I even met Reichsführer Himmler–”
“And what exactly is not bad about him?” Ursula’s scat
