ABSTRACT
on the sixth night after my return to Berlin, Men in White wasn’t on. So I arranged to pick up Hildegard in Wedding, to take her to dinner at the Femina. This was a famous nightclub in the Nürnberger Strasse, which had survived from the Golden Twenties. According to Hildegard, we would be able to dine and dance at the Femina for lots of marks and a few cigarettes. I would have to wear mufti, because the place had been posted off limits for Allied personnel. I put on the one suit I owned—a gray, double-breasted, worsted wool outfit—and a college man’s soft, button-down-collar Oxford cloth shirt with a Windsor-knotted tie.
