Stattin Station
“It was a miserable day, a thin mist of rain hanging in the air.'Why not?' These days most Americans were persona non grata in most of Berlin, but the Adlon Hotel remained a welcome exception.'Another hour I'll never get back,' Morrison complained, as they walked up Wilhelmstrasse. 'I even found myself missing that bastard Schmidt this morning. At least he lies with some panache. That idiot Stumm, well, what can you say?''If they really have taken Kerch, that's bad news,' Russell said. 'Puts the...m too damn close to the Caucasus oilfields.''I know.''Did you get any more on Udet? None of my contacts would tell me anything.''Oh yes. He shot himself all right. And left a note blaming Goering - "Oh Iron Man, why have you deserted me?" or some such rubbish. Why do fighter aces never grow up?'They reached the Adlon entrance and walked through to the restaurant. Gestapo technicians had invaded the hotel a few months earlier and planted hidden microphones everywhere, but over the intervening weeks most had been discovered by the staff, and the guests discreetly warned.MoreLess
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