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company Kräsen is.

Walther Stormann was persistent. Despite Dieter's objections, he had decided to
lease into the old office building. His father had emphasized that the rooms were

cheap and lay at the very end of the city. And so it had become.

Between Kräsen's office on the first floor and the new giant building, one of the
city's many small oases lay in a small place with a fountain, some benches and a

pompous sculpture. A small kiosk that sold newspapers and some candies lay in

one corner of the square, and one of the city's many well-visited sausage-stand
was also located here.

During the war, Frank Hass had become crippled and had lost everything. Now,
Dieter observed how the sluggish man was about to prepare for today's work in

the sausage wagon.

"A cold December evening two years ago I was on the edge of the abyss. I drove
down to the Elbe, determined to slip into the ice-cold water and die. In vain I had

applied a lot of jobs. I felt useless, like worth nothing. As I tried to get the courage

to get it all over with, I saw a sausage guy rolling with his sausage-cart. We
talked, and the rest is history. Today I am proud sausage man. ”

With great drama, Frank Hass had told the story, his whole big head quivering,
eagerly gesturing with his arms and using them to emphasize pointer.

Dieter recalled the words while he watched the sausage man's laborious work

getting ready for today's sale. Used two attempts to close the window again,
thinking that both people and buildings were being rebuilt and that it took time.

Day by day, the city waived the fact that Hamburg was one of the most

devastated cities after the war.
"Hamburg will prevail," Dieter shouted into the open space.

There was no answer. Immersed in work, Helga Scheibler focused on her

typewriter. He had noticed that she was almost trance when working, which he
took as a good sign. It made him happy and excited nonetheless.

In every way she was an ideal secretary. 19 years old, with a round and smiling

face. Her gray-green eyes were intelligent, and she tied her brown hair in a neat
knot in her neck. Although she used a little too much perfume on, she smelled

good - apricots and roses. Dieter found her habit of stroking her lips with her
index finger charming. Two big dimples sat on either side of her little mouth.