The Second World War

The train slowly stopped, the streets of the city greeted you with a frosty wind, the snow crunched under your feet. While you, along with the rest of the people, were descending the stairs, a low, hoarse voice with a thick accent was heard right next to you:

“gnädige Frau, show me your documents.”

A tall, middle-aged man stood on the platform. Eyes tired but intense