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THE DAY THAT THE IMAGES FALL

The Russians had not stopped advancing on the German forces since January, and now, in April, a lethal count was unleashed for all. Advancing without stopping, the Soviets penetrated Berlin, and they would not stop, until they had Germany surrendered at their feet.

Since they had arrived in our area, our whole world was dismembered in pieces. Everything was finished for me, but it still did not finish everything really.

The Battle of Berlin was a cruel battle in which everyone gave their last, their last sighs, and where I saw, clearly, with my own eyes, body and soul, how cruel and horrible man could become.

Walking through the streets I saw many of our men, soldiers, surrender to the Soviets. Hundreds of children, women and men, dead, were lying on the ground, where everyone passed by and nothing. Fusillading everywhere. It was a common, common and tearing scene.

Walking down the street, I had to not look at the Soviet soldiers, who were looking for you at all costs. The rapes had become common, and that perhaps was the most terrifying thing. Ivan did nothing about it. I knew that until he got what he wanted, he would not stop tormenting us all. At that point, I knew perfectly well that Russia hated us completely, but incredibly, he restrained himself from killing us, as if, in the end, he had some respect for us.

Ivan had installed himself in the building, not in our apartment specifically, but he always came to it at night. Since the Russians arrived, many things changed drastically, and one of those innumerable things was that my bed was never cold again at night, and I had company again. The presence of Russia was disturbing, but at the same time it brought its advantages. Since he settled there, his boys protected the place and always brought encouragement. I was completely withdrawn to Russia, and I hated him, until he started bringing food. There my soul broke in two. From that moment I did not resist, I could not hate him in the same way, I hated myself for it.

There were even moments when I even wanted Germany to surrender, to end that torment. I think that feeling was not only in me. Germany had been invaded cruelly and now, even his own citizens, those who made him, were moving away from him. Poor my Germany.

But that day, that day was our final blow. If before we were on a precipice, now we had already fallen.

I do not remember very well how it was, where I was specifically, but I remember perfectly the speaker that said it, said something what we would never have believed, what pushed us to the precipice: the Führer was dead. Hitler had committed suicide. I do not know how the expressions of others were, nor do I know if everyone cared as much as I did. But to know it, it was as if something ripped something from my chest.

Shocked by the news, exalted by the emotions, all I could do was walk in a hurry through Berlin, while the Soviets celebrated the death of Hitler. It was a danger to have left so alone, but the world was melting around me, suddenly I did not understand anything or knew where I was. I almost wanted to cry of the confusion.

The Führer had committed suicide; he had left us all alone, at the mercy of the Soviets. Supposedly he loved us, and now, with cowardice, he left us completely helpless.

When I realized that the Goebbels, before the arrival of the Russians, had killed all their children, because supposedly, it was not worth living in a world without Nazism, there, my whole mind was broken, while I kept walking down the destroyed Berlin. Was Russia right? We had been ruled by perverse elites who had used the worst of us? I would have liked not to believe it, but I could not, the images fell before me, every symbol now seemed strange and chilling.

I entered the house agitated, almost convulsed by everything, and suddenly, Russia entered the house, saw him in the mirror standing on the threshold of the door, and I turned automatically. When I saw him there, with that strange expression on his face, suddenly I could not see him in the same way, for a moment, I felt that I loved him, that I really loved him. Those were the effects of feeling that everything was a lie, and the only real thing I had was him.

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That night, Mrs. Schneider did not feel well, and soon, she sent for the doctor. Even though it was a real danger to go out into the streets at night alone, I did so. Mrs. Schneider felt bad, but I knew it was also because of the revelation that happened during the day.

I walked through the rubble, between the poor and destroyed Berlin in a hurry, when suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder that made me turn. In that moment, my heart jumped. It was Russia, but that did not make me feel more secure. For a moment, I was afraid that he would rape me again, right there, against the wall, and that the moon was the only witness of what happened. But none of that happened. On the contrary, he asked me where I was going, and offered to accompany me.

That's how I, a simple German girl and the Soviet Union went for a night walk under the lampposts of Berlin.

Russia walked elegantly by my side, and in the course of the time, I tried to bring up any subject, since I knew that Russia expected me to speak to him. However, my question was not the expected one.

-Where is Germany? - I asked. Russia looked at me between offended and surprised.

-Germany is here and now, between you and me, in that building, over there, it's in you-

-You know what I mean Ivan- I said.

There was a moment of silence, and then he told me.

-It is in the Reichstag- I agreed to his answer. But then another question came to me, one that unquestionably left him unprepared.

-And Prussia? Is he with him?" With that question stopped short and he looked at me intensely. There was a silence, as if assessing whether or not to tell me, until finally he spoke, walking on.

-No-

-Where is he?-

-I have him-

-What!? - I shouted.

-As you heard-he said exasperated.

- Why do you have him? What will you do to him? Can I see him? - I attacked him with my questions. The fact that he had Prussia was alarming.

-No-

-No what?-

-You will not see him now, but do not worry, you'll see him again, and when you see him, you'll know-

-What does that mean? - I asked alarmed and annoyed.

-It means that you have to stop asking questions and ... do you dance with me? -

-What? You are making fun of me. I hate you! - Russia laughed.

-Oh! Girl, you have no sense of humor, but you know, something neither the Russians nor the Germans are famous for having a sense of humor, but then, if we are together, we would be the best.

All the way left and back, we discussed the stupidities that Russia, for being in a good mood, said.

But I did not forget the fact that Russia had Prussia and that fact stayed in my mind from that moment.

Here is the fourth chapter. It covers strong topics in a subtle way, and lets us glimpse something that is not explicitly stated, what will it be?