ABSTRACT
i picked up hildegard at her theater three days after our last date, to take her to a party thrown by a FIAT document screener in his Dahlem billet. He had been quartered in the Bad Homburg Park Sanatorium when I had first arrived from the States the previous September. In the meanwhile, he had managed to get himself assigned permanently to everybody’s dream duty station, the Berlin patent office. I ran into him at the FIAT field office, and he invited me.
