Page 112 of Winter of the World (The Century 2)

"I wrote to you from Barcelona--"

"We never got that letter."

"Then you don't know . . ."

"What?"

"Dave Williams died."

"Oh, no!"

"Killed at the Battle of Belchit

e." Lloyd had decided not to tell the truth about how Dave died.

"What about Lenny Griffiths?"

"I don't know. I lost touch with him. I was hoping he might have got home before me."

"No, there's no word."

Bernie said: "What was it like over there?"

"The Fascists are winning. And it's mainly the fault of the Communists, who are more interested in attacking the other left parties."

Bernie was shocked. "Surely not."

"It's true. If I've learned one thing in Spain, it's that we have to fight the Communists just as hard as the Fascists. They're both evil."

His mother smiled wryly. "Well, just fancy that." She had figured out the same thing long ago, Lloyd realized.

"Enough politics," he said. "How are you, Mam?"

"Oh, I'm the same, but look at you--you're so thin!"

"Not much to eat in Spain."

"I'd better make you something."

"No rush. I've been hungry for twelve months--I can keep going a few more minutes. I tell you what would be nice, though."

"What? Anything!"

"I'd love a nice cup of tea."

CHAPTER FIVE

1939

Thomas Macke was watching the Soviet embassy in Berlin when Volodya Peshkov came out.

The Prussian secret police had been transformed into the new, more efficient Gestapo six years ago, but Commissar Macke was still in charge of the section that monitored traitors and subversives in the city of Berlin. The most dangerous of them were undoubtedly getting their orders from this building at 63-65 Unter den Linden. So Macke and his men watched everyone who went in and came out.

The embassy was an art deco fortress made of a white stone that painfully reflected the glare of the August sun. A pillared lantern stood watchful above the central block, and to either side the wings had rows of tall, narrow windows like guardsmen at attention.

Macke sat at a pavement cafe opposite. Berlin's most elegant boulevard was busy with cars and bicycles; the women shopped in their summer dresses and hats; the men walked briskly by in suits or smart uniforms. It was hard to believe there were still German Communists. How could anyone possibly be against the Nazis? Germany was transformed. Hitler had wiped out unemployment--something no other European leader had achieved. Strikes and demonstrations were a distant memory of the bad old days. The police had no-nonsense powers to stamp out crime. The country was prospering: many families had a radio, and soon they would have people's cars to drive on the new autobahns.

And that was not all. Germany was strong again. The military was well armed and powerful. In the last two years both Austria and Czechoslovakia had been absorbed into Greater Germany, which was now the dominant power in Europe. Mussolini's Italy was allied with Germany in the Pact of Steel. Earlier this year Madrid had at last fallen to Franco's rebels, and Spain now had a Fascist-friendly government. How could any German wish to undo all that and bring the country under the heel of the Bolsheviks?

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