My Road to Berlin

My Road to Berlin

My Road to Berlin

My Road to Berlin

Excerpt

A hard, cold rain swept angrily around the street corners; it whipped the walls of the buildings which, smooth and unassailable like the ramparts of a huge fortress, mocked its fury; it stung the faces of the people like a thousand needles. They pressed themselves against the walls, seeking protection under umbrellas and marquees. It was a poor protection; against this kind of rain, there was no defense, but the people did not budge. Four and five rows deep, they stood along the edge of the sidewalks on both sides of the street--men and women, young and old, workers, office girls, executives. They yelled, clapped, many waved with small flags: thick red horizontal stripes and a broad white stripe in the middle showing a bear standing on its hind legs --the coat of arms of the city of Berlin.

Most of the windows of the thirty- and forty-story buildings were open; up there heads and faces formed bright spots in the gray curtain of rain. The rain turned to snow. It fell from all the windows--a colored snow, like confetti: it was . . .

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