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Not revenge in terms of political resistance, but in another way. Politics didn’t

interest him at all. He didn’t tell himself that everything would be great again
when the war is over – which seemed endless. No, he didn’t want to tell himself

lies. Several of his former collaborators still dreamed of returning to their

positions in the art world.
"When the war has ended, all will be fine again," they said.

How naïve, he thought.

As a dark mechanical snake, the tram slowly came vibrated towards the stop. As
the tram arrived, people gathered to get in.

Uno clenched his hands in his coat pockets and paved his way towards the
middle entrance. The conductor hid under an overly big cap and a ruffled brown

mustache. When Uno paid for the trip, he got a pair of greasy coins and a little

gray ticket back.
Puffing and grunting, he walked down through the crowded tram, which was

crammed with people of all ages. There were toddlers as well as old people.

Workers and office people in dark coats on their way home from work. If they
still had one.

At the back of the wagon Uno saw a small spot where he could smoke. He paved
his way through the swarm of people. He had to hurry to the window. And just as

he was going for it, he saw why there was a bit of space. Three men all dressed in

black SS uniforms, with big emblems sewn on their jackets. They took off their
Nazi caps, and for a brief moment they actually looked civil.

When Uno approached them, a mixture of awe and anxiety paralyzed him. The

white boots, uniforms and guns made instant impression. He made an apology,
but none of the three men acknowledged his presence. Instead, they stared out

the window and blew smoke into the anoxic air.

Awkwardly he tried to make it look as random move, that he took a few steps
back. The smoke was piercing his nose, and his eyes were watering. Again,

nobody took note of him.

Unfortunately he had to get used to the tram. The little Volkswagen was neatly
parked in front of the block, where he and Trudie lived. He used to love the

drives, but that was in the past. Now he only used the increasingly rusting car,
when tasks required it - twice a month or so.