Chapter 21
At the end of the long evening, Peter dropped off the professor at his residence in Oranienburg. Anna slipped into the front passenger seat, and then they made the long drive back to the Charité.
“Did you have a nice evening?” Peter asked, his eyes glued to the dark road.
“Yes. But it was also surreal.”
“Surreal?”
“All the luxuries, the beautiful dresses, the jewelry of the women, the food, the champagne, while the rest of Berlin starves.”
Silence hung between them until Peter raised his voice again. “I know. It feels so wrong – that I have such a good life, while my family struggles.”
Anna turned her head, since it was the first time he’d mentioned his family. “You said you were raised on a farm? Shouldn’t they be better off in the country? I know my Aunt Lydia is. They
