That was Berlin ...
The terrifying Berlin of some terrifying historical dates, in which dantesque pale beings, emaciated and nervous, moved through its piles of rubble, through its avenues of rubble, ruins and naked blackened walls with nothing behind, except the chilling emptiness of their homes without walls, roof, walls, or people; with that atrocious opening of empty eyes that were the windows looking out into the sky itself, gray and cloudy as the atmosphere of the German capital.
Yes. That was Berlin.
That was the proud capital of the Third Reich, besieged by Russian troops, already fighting furiously in the outskirts of the capital, on the bridges that led to it ...
Berlin is a story belonging to the World War II collection, a series of war novels developed in World War II.
