Berlin Game [antikvár]

Chapter 1 "How long have we been sitting here?" I said. I picked up the field glasses and studied the bored young American sol-dier in his glass-sided box. "Nearly a quarter of a century,'' said Werner Volkmann. His arms were resting on the steering wheel and his head was slumped on them. "That G.I. wasn't even born when we first sat here waiting for the dogs to bark." Barking dogs, in their compound behind the remains of the Hotel Adlon, were usually the first sign of something happening on the other side. The dogs sensed any unusual activity long before the handlers came to get them. That's why we kept the windows open; that's why we were írozen nearly to death. "That American soldier wasn't born, the spy thriller he's reading wasn't written, and we both thought the Wall would