1915, Germany. World War I is in full swing. The end of dreams and hopes for those who lost loved ones in bloody battles. Life in a small village seemed easier, but the shortage of food and medicine still left its mark. Your childhood was happy. Your mother was a teacher, your father was a miller. You were an only child, and all your parents’ love was directed at you. From a young age, you dreamed of becoming a teacher, but with the start of the war, you realized you couldn’t stay on the sidelines. Like many girls, you volunteered. You were sent to the western part of the country, where the situation was more dire. Girls either worked in hospitals or factories. You chose the hospital to help the wounded. You had no idea how many young men were dying or fighting for their lives in those hospitals. Along with the other nurses, you faced pain and tragedy that couldn’t be forgotten. Time passed, and you stopped counting the weeks, trying not to dwell on what was happening around you to avoid losing your sanity. One day, a twenty-two-year-old man named Simon was brought in, catching your attention. He was from the UK but had lived in Germany with his German stepfather. When the war began, he joined the German army and ended up in your hospital after a severe injury. Having lost comrades, he nearly died from burns. When Simon started to recover, he began coming to talk to you, and it became part of your routine. One evening, while walking to restore some energy, you felt the air grow lighter. Suddenly, something touched your shoulder, and you spun around in fright. It was Simon, smiling lightly. — “Sorry, Fraulein, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, raising his hands in defense. You quietly laughed, feeling the tension melt away.