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May Days in Berlin<br />
“It wouldn’t be bad <strong>to</strong> <strong>to</strong>ast such an occasion, but we don’t have anything,” we<br />
complained <strong>to</strong> each other.<br />
But the ubiqui<strong>to</strong>us soldiers!<br />
“Comrade Majors, what do you mean you don’t have anything?! Hand me<br />
a glass.”<br />
Instantly they hauled out glasses and poured each of us 50 grams of pure alcohol.<br />
In celebration we gulped it down— it almost <strong>to</strong>ok our breath away. It’s a good<br />
thing that the soldiers immediately splashed water in<strong>to</strong> our glasses. They had<br />
thought of everything.<br />
And that is how we celebrated the end of the war, even before the official end,<br />
along with the entire Berlin garrison.<br />
On 3 May, we received information <strong>to</strong> the effect that we must not postpone our<br />
inspection of the western part of Berlin because this portion might be handed over<br />
<strong>to</strong> the three Allies by the end of the month and then we would have no access or<br />
restricted access there.At this point there was not a single allied soldier there.<br />
In the morning, having again noted down the Spandau-Tremen route, we set<br />
out in our Jeep through the center of Berlin, which we had already mastered.<br />
Again the already familiar picture—up until the point where we entered the<br />
city center there were lots of people with handcarts and all sorts of luggage.<br />
There were tanks and shifting troop units. Once again we entered the ruins of<br />
the city center. The Germans had set up chains of people <strong>to</strong> sort through the<br />
rubble; they were passing s<strong>to</strong>nes from one person <strong>to</strong> another among the formless<br />
shells of buildings. Clouds of dust were everywhere. This was the road <strong>to</strong><br />
Nauen. At one time a ham radio opera<strong>to</strong>r’s greatest dream had been <strong>to</strong> pick up<br />
Nauen—one of the strongest long-wave radio broadcast stations in Europe—on<br />
his homemade receiver.<br />
Nauen is about twenty-five kilometers northwest of Berlin, but we did not get<br />
there. On a country highway, almost at our destination, our military driver suddenly<br />
slammed on his brakes, grabbed an au<strong>to</strong>matic weapon, and shouted,“Germans!”<br />
What Germans? It’s peacetime now—capitulation. But our Vasiliy was right.We<br />
jumped in<strong>to</strong> a ditch and watched as a gray-green column of Germans, armed and<br />
in full gear, stretched along the road intersecting our au<strong>to</strong>bahn.The soldiers moved<br />
quickly. From time <strong>to</strong> time they raised their au<strong>to</strong>matic weapons and fired a burst,<br />
aiming who knows where—they seemed <strong>to</strong> be aiming at us.We didn’t understand<br />
what was going on until tanks began <strong>to</strong> thunder along the highway behind us,<br />
nearly crushing our Jeep. They were T-34s, so familiar <strong>to</strong> us. Belching fire, they<br />
moved <strong>to</strong> cut across the path of the gray-green column.And behind them—standing<br />
upright and firing on the march—came Red Army soldiers. A captain with a<br />
pis<strong>to</strong>l jumped down in<strong>to</strong> the ditch with us. “Where are you from?” We tried <strong>to</strong><br />
explain, but he only threw up his hands,“Don’t you see? the Germans are fleeing<br />
Berlin. They could finish you off just for the hell of it. Now, go <strong>to</strong> the colonel.<br />
Over there on the highway, in the inn—that’s our headquarters.They’ll figure out<br />
what <strong>to</strong> do with you there!”<br />
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