East Berlin's June Boat Song

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Julian was very silent after returning from the headquarters, and the atmosphere during the dinner could be regarded as depressing.After dinner, he was not idle, and went to the office on the second floor with Sonia to continue working.

They didn't come out of the office until late at night.I was dozing off at the dining table when the sound of Sonia's boots hitting the tiles startled me.

"Little Rhine, go back to your room and sleep." Sonia greeted me and drove away.

I raised my head in a daze, and saw Julian standing at the door of the white mansion, watching Sonia go away.His eyes were flat, showing no emotion.It's just that there is a little tiredness hanging on the corners of the eyes and brows, I stood up and took the military coat and put it on his shoulders.

"Sonia has been working hard lately," I said.

"Yeah." He nodded lightly: "No way, the situation is very tense now."

"What's Kennedy's attitude?"

"Very vague."

"What do you think of him?"

Julian chuckled: "It's just a change in the method, the essence is the same."

Eisenhower was born in the military, and he always said one thing, while Kennedy came from the huge Kennedy family, involved in politics, business, and literature, and even had a vague relationship with the Mafia. It's really hard to guess this person's attitude.

I hugged him and went upstairs with him. The white mansion was as quiet as a solitary house in the middle of the night. Sometimes I thought, those Soviet soldiers left their homes and came to Germany. After staying for so many years, I was afraid that they were also homesick. Go crazy.If people had a choice, who would be willing to leave their native land?

When he was resting and thinking on the marble platform, I saw that the fir tree sculptures and glass balls that Sasha and I bought in Geheimnis were still placed on the piano. These two things were put away by him not long ago, and recently Put it on again.I walked over and picked up the fir tree carving and stroked the lines on it carefully, which is the touch of time.

So many years have passed in a flash, and Sasha has been gone for more than a year.

You must know that the rebellious KGB will suffer the death penalty, and there is no grave after death. Sasha was able to die in Julian's arms, which is also a kind of pardon.

But there is no place for us to miss him. I still dare not ask Julian how they dealt with Sasha in the end.Just like Allen left only the cross necklace, Sasha left perhaps only the gift for us and the notebook that carries everything in the past.

That notebook, so far I dare not look at it for a second time.Looking up, I saw Julian's lonely figure standing in front of the window, and I couldn't help but walk over and hug him around my waist.

"I'm tired." I leaned on his back.

He turned around slowly, and hugged me with a smile: "I'm not tired, with you by my side, how can I be tired?"

"What's the attitude in Moscow?"

"It's very tough. The six-month ultimatum is coming. The Western garrison in West Berlin must be withdrawn."

I frowned sadly because I knew it was impossible.This is a disguised form of torture for Berlin.

"I heard that they are preparing to plan riots in East Germany."

He nodded slightly, and said, "The more refugees escape, the more voice they have in the international community. But the NATO allies have not yet passed this draft, but people like Richard will ignore them, and he will definitely act secretly."

"Then we Stasi are busy." I muttered.

"Don't be too prominent, don't risk yourself, I'll be worried, you know?"

"But I want to take a stand."

"It's not important." He stroked my hair and said affectionately, "Your safety is the most important thing to me."

On New Year’s Day in 1961, the Stasi held a simple annual summary meeting, and Karlshorst had no New Year’s atmosphere. In the evening, we had a simple meal in the white mansion. This time Julian actually invited Milk and Misha.

Although Milk is cramped, he can still handle it freely. He chatted with Julian Sonia about the situation, while Misha and I were drunk and wandered in the yard together, and I dragged him to the end of the yard , Pointing to a piece of barren grass and proudly said, there used to be an underground prison in it, and I was imprisoned in it for eleven fucking months!

Misha gave a thumbs up and said that I am so good, I deserve to be the famous Rhein Muller, a well-known local hooligan in East Berlin, who is not in the same prison as others, and directly squats in the general's house.The two of us ran around the yard with smirks, and fought back and forth. Finally, we were shivering from the temperature of several degrees below zero before returning angrily.

Ansoloff warmed up cloudberry wine for us, and I burst into tears after taking a sip of the sweet taste.

Misha said that my brain is broken, and I can cry when I drink alcohol.But my memories only drift to a night in a certain mountain village, when someone and I had dinner around the stove, nibbling pig’s trotters and drinking cloudberry wine.

That was my first time drinking cloudberry wine!

I laughed and cried, and finally Julian and Milk were startled, they didn't say anything, but Sonia dragged me to the table and poured me a glass of soda.

"If you pamper him like this again, he will always be a child!" Sonia, who had drunk three rounds, showed her tough nature, and she almost gave me a slap in the face.

I was so scared that I shrank into Misha's arms. Misha hugged me and said with a good face: "Beautiful, beautiful Miss Major, please forgive my little Rhine, he is a poor child, woo, my little Rhine It's a poor kid..."

Misha began to cry while talking: "You know, it's been 11 years, 11 years... We spent the New Year together again after 11 years..."

I was irritated by these words, and I cried with Misha.Sonia looked at us with a blushing face, then choked up for a while, and burst into tears.

She suddenly sobbed softly, turned around and rushed into Julian's arms, her shoulders heaving violently. Julian raised his hand to caress her back, comforting her, but his eyes fell on us sadly.

Milk looked at Misha and me silently with a smile, and his eyes turned red.

Why do you think we should spend this New Year so sad?Are you nostalgic for the past, or are you grieving for the uncertain future?Year after year, we count the days of growing up and getting older, and it seems like everything has changed and nothing has changed.

While we're sentimental, what makes my teeth itch is the tip from the Stasi informant in MI[-] that the goddamn Brits play The Internationale every New Year's Eve, especially on New Year's Eve , a group of British people toasted under the "Internationale" and toasted.

I can't wait to copy the bobosha to give the group of British guys a good time.

After the dinner, I was carried upstairs in a dazed state by some general.In his unconscious mind, he could hear him whispering in his ears over and over again.

"How can I make up for you..."

Trembling voices, remorse, heartache, sadness, helplessness, helplessness... melted into kisses, and I hugged him into my arms impatiently.

Don't make up for anything, just your love.

As long as, your love.

In 1961, Kennedy began to implement a series of foreign policies. I still remember that the young president’s inaugural speech was well-structured and logical. The whole article did not directly analyze the international situation, let alone mention the name of a country or specific examples. Everything was so euphemistic and smooth. Vague.However, those few words achieved the purpose of clarifying his political position and inspiring the masses. In short, his coming to power means that the confrontation between the United States and the Soviet Union is about to enter the next stage.

During this period, Julian kept shuttling among the various branches of the Soviet Army stationed in Germany, tirelessly responding to military reports and intelligence from all directions. Sometimes I had to admire his working status.

The Soviet side obviously began to get nervous, and the Bonn government in West Germany was always worried that the new Kennedy government would use them as victims in exchange for reconciliation between the two parties, and asked the United States to send them an atomic bomb. If Kennedy agreed, the Third World War The war is likely to start in Germany again.

And the "riots that exacerbated the shock in East Germany" in the KGB intelligence also began to appear. Suddenly, many nervous faces appeared on the streets of East Berlin. The people were from East Berlin, but they were doing Western things.The KGB has also been paying attention to this matter, and a rough plan was worked out after consultation between the two parties.

After their scattered actions start, they will completely expose the ugly deeds of the West, so we stand still and see what tricks they will play.

I thought it would not be long, but the Bay of Pigs incident broke out suddenly in mid-April. In order to stifle the big trouble in Cuba, Allen Dulles, the boss of the CIA, instigated nearly a thousand exiles to invade the Bay of Pigs in Cuba. It was wiped out within three days, which caused the United States a big loss, and actually signed the first war indemnity in history.Kennedy couldn't swallow this bitter pill for a while, but he couldn't say anything to the veteran figure in person after he took office for only three months, but he had already made some moves in private, and the CIA would have to reshuffle the cards.

According to the information provided by my informant, Richard had already flown to Washington at the end of April, and the operation in Berlin was naturally put on hold.I had no choice but to drink cup after cup of coffee on the Stasi building, looking in the direction of the Brandenburg Gate, feeling so sad that I didn't know what to do.

The feeling of emptiness in my heart is always lingering, as if there is something waiting for me in front of me. I am so uneasy and confused, but I can't tell why it is.

These days Julian is more silent, it seems that he is also preparing to deal with something.One night he suddenly told me that we must pay attention to personal safety, because now is a very critical moment.

His seriousness frightened me, and I asked him, "What time?"

"The climactic moment of the crisis."

"So," I said with some concern, "what will be the ultimate direction of the Berlin crisis?"

"No one can tell." He lowered his eyelashes. "As long as there are Western Union troops in West Berlin and refugees continue to flow to West Germany, then even if the current crisis is over, there will be a next one."

"When the Kennedy administration recovers from the incident in Cuba, the Berlin issue will become the world's top priority. Allen Dulles' power is almost being emptied, and Richard will control greater resources. You understand Do I mean?"

"He will start the 'movement' he wants in his beloved Berlin, and now there is no opposition."

I opened my eyes wide: "Does this mean that the concussion is about to start?"

"Yes." He put his arms around my waist and clung to me: "It's unrealistic for you to quit, and you will be taken advantage of by others, but you must judge the situation, don't rush to the front, and don't get hurt, I will Distressed."

"Yeah." I buried my head in the socket of his neck, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness, but I always felt that as long as I had this person by my side, I would be full of courage again.

Critical moment, critical moment...

He carefully concealed everything he had endured, just so that I could live in this world a little easier.It didn't take me long, however, to learn that the so-called "moments of truth" were not just for the world, but for us.

Because we live in this world, we live in this era.