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and the church have again begun to play in the east
as a result of the events of the last few years. In
one of the upper stories, a young man was playing
an accordion and some girls were dancing to a tango
melody. It was a pathetic effort to dissipate the
endless dreariness Which enveloped this dark and cold
refuge for people who had been totally uprooted, who
had lost all their possessions, and in most cases some
of their closest relatives. Despair and apathy
characterized the people lying on their bunks. There were
no beds, only boards; no mattresses, only thin
worncut blankets; and no partitions, only rags and clothes
which they had hung up to gain what privacy they
could in their overcrowded quarters. On the top floor,
in the coldest but also the freshest air, were®some
newly arrived women and children eating a miserable
meal. The head nurse, who showed us around,
adressed some encouraging words to them: the English
authorities had announced that the refugees would
be transferred to an ordinary camp in a few weeks.
The pale, haggard faces lit up in gratitude. The
bunker was not to be the final destination on their long
trek from the east.
We continued to Berlin. It was the first time I had
the opportunity to travel to the former German
capital by road, and I looked forward to this trip with a
certain excitement. The autostrada on which we
drove was in perfect condition. It stretched out ahead
of us just as it was built in ”the days of glory” of
the Hitler regime. The only things to remind one of
the great catastrophe were the closely spaced British,
and, later on, Russian road signs by which traffic
was directed. As we approached the Russian Zone,
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