Hutchinson, 1992
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Arrow Books, 2009
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Krause shook his head. „You put in twice the hours of the others. You get no promotions. You’re on shitty pay. Are you crazy or what?“
March had rolled the list of missing persons into a tube. He leaned forward and tapped Krause lightly on the chest with it. „You forget yourself, comrade,“ he said. „Arbeit macht frei.“ The slogan of the labour camps. Work Makes You Free.
He turned and made his way back through the ranks of telephonists. Behind him he could hear Krause appealing to Helga. „See what I mean? What the hell kind of a joke is that?“
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Nebe leafed through the file. March stared at the green lawn, the green sky.
„No police promotions for ten years. Divorced, 1957. And then the reports start. Blockwart: persistent refusal to contribute to Winter-Relief. Party officials at Werderscher Markt: persistent refusal to join the NSDAP. Overheard in the canteen making disparaging comments about Himmler. Overheard in bars, overheard in restaurants, overheard in corridors …“
Nebe was pulling pages out.
„Christmas 1963 – you start asking round about some Jews who used to live in your apartment. Jews! Are you mad? There is a complaint here from your ex-wife; one from your son …“
„My son? My son is ten years old …“
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„When I first came to Berlin, and my parents gave me that list of people they knew in the old days, there were lots of theatre people on it, artists – friends of my mother. I suppose quite of few them, in the way of things, must have been Jews, or homosexuals. And I went looking for them. All of them had gone, of course. That didn’t surprise me. But they hadn’t just vanished. It was as if they’d never existed.“
She tapped the lighter gently against the tablecloth. He noticed her fingers – slim, unmanicured, unadorned.
„Of course, there were people living in the places my mother’s friends used to live in. Old people, often. They must have known, mustn’t they? But they just looked blank. They were watching television, having tea, listening to music. There was nothing left at all.“
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During the night, on the corner of Wolff Strasse, some rebellious spirit had added a piece of graffiti, in white paint: ANYONE FOUND NOT ENJOYING THEMSELVES WILL BE SHOT. A couple of anxious-looking brownshirts were trying to clean it off.
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