East Berlin's June Boat Song

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Speaking at a press conference in East Berlin on July 7, Ulbricht praised the Soviet position.In the later questioning stage, he made a strange evaluation, which seemed to hint at something to happen in the future.

When asked by a West German journalist whether a "free Berlin" would mean that "the borders of the country would be erected at the Brandenburg Gate," Ulbricht replied: "There is no plan to build a wall."

I took the newspaper and turned it over to find some useful information, but it was in vain.People like them have always been impeccable in their speech, and it is difficult to analyze anything at all.

I asked Julian, and he was not sure either.

"Khrushchev was so used to being tight-lipped about Berlin that he would not let anyone know what he was thinking until he acted at the last moment, except, of course, Ulbricht."

Julian inspected my injuries and smiled with satisfaction: "It's much better, the bruises are gone, it seems that my medical skills are good."

He raised his hand to stroke the scar on my head again: "I heard that they have recently developed a drug to remove scars, let me get you some."

"What? Do you think I'm ugly?"

He raised an eyebrow childishly: "Do you think I'm old?"

"Ugly matches old, just right."

I hugged him, his eyes and brows were full of lingering fatigue after the day's work, I stroked his face, let him close to my chest, and listened to the sound of the beating heart.Every time in the dead of night, he would always show a happy smile, as if he was absorbing strength.

"I can't stay here any longer." I whispered in his ear, "It won't affect you well, and the Stasi still has something to say."

"Well, you are free, I just hope to see you every day."

At the beginning of August, I was recuperating in the White Mansion for more than a month, and finally returned to the Stasi.The mood is very innocent, no matter what, I can't go back to the previous state.Du En often looks at me with apologies and worries, and I can only return a slightly bleak smile.

I no longer went out to perform tasks, and the issue of suppressing refugees was handed over to Dunn. Milk didn't say anything, but stood outside the office one time and looked at me silently, his eyes were slightly red.

"Is there any way?" I looked up at him from a pile of documents, "You actually told me already, didn't you?"

I covered my heart, and I must have laughed bitterly: "My psychology is stronger than ever, and I will not back down, never will."

Milk looked sad, he shook his head sadly, came forward, and for the first time, stretched out his hand to stroke my head.

Like an older brother, he stroked me lovingly.

"How can a person go through so much suffering?" He suddenly hugged me and wrapped me in his arms.

"How can this world be so cruel?"

He was trembling slightly, and something fell on my forehead drop by drop. I was infected by his emotions, hugged him and cried loudly.

"I don't know...I don't know...why? What is it all about?"

"Probably because I made too many mistakes, but I don't regret it... Should I regret it?"

What an unbelievable scene, one day I will hold Milk's mental illness and cry bitterly, but this is this world, so absurd and ridiculous that it looks like a comedy.But the core of comedy must be tragedy.

He kept stroking my hair to calm my emotions.

"Say, can I still tell you to keep going now?" He gazed into my eyes and smiled sadly.

"Would it be funny if I told you to turn around?"

"Because you're not going back anymore, are you?"

I nodded: "I can't leave him, leaving will only make everything we have experienced a joke."

He opened his mouth, finally smiled bitterly, wiped away his tears, he showed a bright smile, and patted my shoulder heavily.

"Then cheer up! Everything will be fine! Make all your efforts count!"

I nodded excitedly, tears streaming down my face, and said loudly, "I will!"

He smiled happily at me, and then left the office, but his steps and back were heavy.

On August 8th, the CPSU/Central Presidium and the SED Central/Central Committee/Political Bureau formally passed an astonishing resolution. In response to this resolution, on August 6, the SED Politburo An extraordinary meeting was held in East Berlin, and General Secretary Ulbricht conveyed Khrushchev's "decision to close the border at night from August 8 to 7" to his colleagues.

I was stunned when I heard the news from Julian, and instantly realized that the fate of countless people would be rewritten by this resolution.

"What exactly do you want to do?" I asked.

Julian lowered his eyelashes, obviously he already knew it very well.

"Khrushchev intends to build a wall."

"A wall?"

"Yes, a wall."

I opened my mouth wide, and after realizing it, I asked, "An order from the central government?"

"Well. The Ministry of Security of East Germany should also receive news soon. That night, a barbed wire fence of more than 40 kilometers will be pulled up, and within a week, the wall will be completed."

"East and West Berlin are completely isolated?"

"completely."

I was so shocked that I couldn't breathe, and after thinking about it, I asked: "So who will be responsible for the construction task?"

After a brief silence, he said, "It's me."

He stared at me deeply: "This wall, I will build it myself, the moment it is pulled from the barbed wire."

My eyes widened, only surprised, but unable to tell if it was a good thing or a bad thing for him.

"You don't have to worry." He pulled me into his arms: "I just need to follow their resolution step by step, it's okay...don't worry..."

"I'm not worried……"

Yeah, I'm not worried, I'm just lost and confused because I can't see through, I can't understand.But does he really see it clearly?I looked up at him, the light in his eyes was determined and unwavering, I found a moment of peace of mind in this gaze, and hugged him tightly.

His heart is beating, his warmth penetrates my skin through the thin material, he is still there, we are still together.

When I think about it later, I just feel that those few days suddenly seemed like a dream. He was busy like never before, but the Stasi was very peaceful inside, and East and West Berlin were also peaceful.There is always silence before the storm, and I was reminded of what Richard said.

That night, I remember glancing at the clock at the White House, it was seven o'clock in the evening, August 8th.

Ansolov called me over to eat, but I stood at the door of the white mansion and looked in the direction of the headquarters.The old comrade made great preparations today, but Julian did not come back.He is very busy, and I can imagine him in the headquarters surrounded by a group of staff officers.When I poured a whole box of caviar into my mouth and accidentally choked, the old comrade patted my back lovingly to help me breathe.

"Our Rhine is 30 years old, and he is still a child at heart."

I stuck out my tongue at him: "With you doting on me so much, I probably won't grow up in my whole life!"

The old comrade lowered his eyes slowly, poured me a glass of milk, and said, "Of course we want to pamper you forever."

He stroked my head, and then said: "By the way, Rhein, you can run an errand for me later. Comrade Dounichka is not coming here, but she hasn't packed her things in the secretary's room yet." .She called me and asked me to send it there for her, but my legs and feet are inconvenient.”

Thinking of Sonia made me sad, and I honestly didn't know how to deal with her.Julian killed Eugeny for me, and their friendship was completely broken.

All because of me.

The old comrade seemed to see what I was thinking, rubbed my hair, and said: "Don't think too much, Sonia has always been a sensible girl... She, she is not easy... ..."

Ansolov began to wipe his tears while he was talking, and I felt sad in my heart, so I quickly comforted him: "I understand, I know, I just feel sorry for her...... You know, I also deeply regret Love her... I'll send her stuff over, have you packed it? To her officer's apartment?"

"Yes, Rhine, yes, there is a cardboard box on the second floor."

I smiled happily at him: "Why don't you just give me something, don't be so sad, eh? When Julian comes back, remember to let him eat. He must drink vodka, and he must eat something first."

The old comrade nodded again and again, looking away with tears in his eyes, as if he was embarrassed to meet my gaze.I grinned and hugged him.

"Thank you, Ansolov, I think there is a need for reconciliation between me and Sonia."

I carried a cardboard box and walked slowly on the straight road in Karlshorst. The summer night wind blew me very cool. I took a walk for a 10-minute drive. After walking for half an hour, my body was slightly sweating and I felt very carefree.

From a distance, I saw a row of buildings, which were the residences of senior officers in Karlshorst, and Sonia was already waiting in front of the sentry.

"Sonia!" I called to her.

She waved at me and smiled brightly, as usual, which finally eased my fear.

"Thank you Rhine!" She took the cardboard box from me, turned around and put it in the sentry box, said something to the soldiers on guard, and then turned around and moved out a very heavy black wooden box.

I hurriedly helped her up together.

"Rhein, I have to send this thing to a place, but it's too heavy for me, just so you're here, help me move it."

"No problem, Sonia."

I took the wooden box in her hand, and it was really heavy. At her request, I helped her move to the Jeep parked outside the sentry box. She sat in the driver's seat, and I also sat in the co-pilot.

We chatted a few words along the way, probably because the situation is not good recently, everyone is very busy, Sonia seems to be in a good mood, and the mood is very high, the street lights on both sides shine on her beautiful face through the car window. The flakes flew by like dreamy orange clouds.

Very beautiful, I looked at her in a daze.

She burst out laughing, stopped the car, and said briskly: "Okay, you little pervert, here we are, help me move up."

I smirked a few times, turned around and got out of the car to lift the wooden box.

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PS: The urban area of ​​the Berlin Wall is 43 kilometers away, and the outer part of the urban area was slowly built later.