East Berlin's June Boat Song

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In June 1961, the temperature was hotter than ever before. The continuous heat wave made me extremely anxious. I had no leisure to blow the air conditioner comfortably in the Stasi headquarters building. After drinking three cups of black coffee in a row, I was irritable. Pacing around the office, the feeling of uneasiness is getting stronger and stronger recently, like a cumulonimbus gathering in my heart, quietly brewing a storm.

Something was bound to happen, but I couldn't always guess.In recent times, he has participated in several suppression operations. Sure enough, Richard has a way of instigating rebellion, and this time he actually extended his tentacles to civilians.Sometimes when the net is cast down, the whole family becomes a family, even the children are not spared.The Stasi prisons are almost full these days.

But they were all civilians, and now the refugee wave has been blackmailed by communism, and now it has attracted international criticism on this matter.It's too difficult to do, arrest them, feel sorry for them, don't arrest them, and it is indeed a violation of the law.

Being a cop is so hard... so hard...

Damn Yankee, damn Richard, I've called them a thousand times in my head.But what should be done still needs to be done. It is said that a big one will come today.We and a KGB team have been monitoring for more than a month, and today they will set off a parade on the side of the Berlin Cathedral.

According to the information provided by our informants, the planners of this parade are several underground agents of the CIA. How dark is it?It is so dark that they have been lurking in East Berlin for almost ten years. I have not noticed them for ten years. When they emerged again, the KGB captain Nikolai who cooperated with me just laughed and said that the Stasi’s business ability If it continues like this, it might as well be disbanded on the spot.

I sighed, tired as a dog.Although this operation is a cooperation between the two parties, Captain Nicholas is the commander in chief. No matter how much he teases and ridicules me, I can only accept it honestly.

I have been walking in the office for a long time, at [-]:[-] in the afternoon, the sun was still scorching, Du En knocked on my office door.

"Boss, there should be some action over there." Dunn had already started to put on the equipment, I nodded and said, "Has Captain Nicholas prepared yet?"

"Ah."

"Okay, let's gather the team and go."

I set off from the Stasi building and took the same car with Dunn to the Berlin Cathedral. From a distance, I saw a dark group of people, waving their fists and shouting slogans.

This looks like an ordinary demonstration, but it is not difficult to find that most of them are young and strong young people, and there are even some children.If you look closely, some of those young people are even equipped with crude weapons.

It seems that they want to have a tough fight, but we can't make big moves to protect the children.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, police cars surrounded the crowd, and I took a telescope to carefully look for the leaders and planners hidden in the crowd. This is still a nice name, but they are "instigators" according to our definition.

"Boss, I don't think it's easy this time." Du En frowned and said, "Some children seem to be coerced, or they don't know what happened here at all."

"Yeah." I nodded, glanced at a few young and ignorant faces, eight or nine years old, timid and excited, obviously didn't know what was going on here, thought it was just a lively party.

"If it wasn't brought in by parents, or raped by brothers. We can't shoot when there are children, even if we shoot empty guns, we will be condemned."

"That's what they want, so the refugees have a more legitimate reason to flee East Germany." I put down the binoculars, "Let's go, let's see what Captain Nikolai has planned."

I led Dunn to the other side of the encirclement. Captain Nicholas was leaning on a military vehicle, observing the crowd under the church with a telescope.He was tall and tall, with a typical Russian face, a hooked nose, and drooping corners of his mouth, giving him a very serious look.

He glanced at me lightly.

"Deputy Director Mueller, did you see that some people are copying stuff." He snorted mockingly, took out a white handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"What's your plan?" I asked.

He snorted twice again, and he didn't know who he was pointing at with his contemptuous and sarcastic attitude.

"Of course it's a clean sweep, why? There aren't enough Stasi prisons?"

I was taken aback, and said, "Didn't it say that we just need to find out the instigators and disperse the crowd?"

He glanced at me again, as if mocking: "It seems that Deputy Director Mueller has a plan, so tell me, can you tell who is the instigator just by looking at it like this? You have that vision, I don't."

I pursed my lips tightly, and then said in a deep voice, "But there are children inside."

"Children?" He laughed out loud, "You can't be regarded as innocent children when you come here! You must know that during the Great Patriotic War, many German children went to the battlefield, taking advantage of their innocent and harmless appearance Deceived our Red Army around."

His eyes fell on me with weight, and he smiled meaningfully: "Of course, there are some children who are quite sensible..."

I heard something in his words. It seems that this person has not yet gotten out of his national sentiment.

"Okay Captain Nikolai, tell me what to do, the crowd is starting to stir."

"Just take the other side of the team and outflank it! I'm in charge of this side. In short, everyone has to get in the prison van." He winked slyly at me, I ignored him, turned and left.

Du En asked worriedly: "Boss, are those children really going to be taken back?"

I glanced at him: "Of course not! He doesn't treat the Germans as human beings, and our own compatriots will save them by themselves. I ordered the second team to pick those children out of the crowd and send them away on the spot. If they don't leave Give them a few hard kicks and tell them to be more obedient!"

"Got it, boss!"

Dunn flew away, and I called the first team and led them from the other side of the crowd to the back of the church.At this time, the crowd had already begun to get emotional, waving their hands and cursing in their mouths. At around 04:30 in the afternoon, they finally started to act.

First, a few young people climbed onto the shelves prepared in advance in the square, and began to scold the Ulbricht government, yelling about "freedom", "unification", "Soviet people get out of Germany..."

At around [-] pm, night gradually fell, and the street lights on the square were turned on.The crowd began to bustle under the cover of night, and the crowd became violent.

It was the same as the one in 53, except that there were a large number of people, most of them were workers, and this time it was obviously planned, organized and conspired.I pressed the team to close the encirclement, hoping to dampen the spirit of this group of people before they made a fuss, but suddenly there was a gunshot somewhere, and the crowd immediately began to panic.

The screams resounded, and the crowd still attacked the police, yelling at the police and starting to attack the crowd, but it was impossible for my men to shoot.The children were caught in the middle and began to panic. The sharp cries did not get attention. I only saw that Nicholas' troops took up their guns and shot them one by one. .I quickly called the Stasi team to go up to maintain stability, but the outrageous behavior of the KGB completely ignited the anger of the crowd, and all kinds of gunshots began to erupt.

This is not a simple empty gun. The smell of gunpowder smoke stimulates human instinctive fear, and the riot soon turned into an indiscriminate attack. Some children who had not had time to be pulled out of the crowd by the second team were trapped in chaos There was no master in the mind, and the situation was messed up. Soon after, someone was injured and a stampede was about to happen.My men also had to get tough and smoke grenades and water cannons were used.

Originally, police officers of my level no longer left the scene in person, but when I saw an eight or nine-year-old girl being pushed to the ground, I couldn't help but took out my baton and rushed in.

I'm not interested in arresting them, it's just that those kids make it impossible for me to ignore them.I can only rush in and grit my teeth to bear the violence, whether it is targeted or accidentally hurt me, and pull those scared girls back.She was already injured, there were a few bright red bloodstains on the blue dress, a long cut was made on her arm, and she was crying hoarsely.

But I didn't have time to comfort her. I sent her to the back of the church and told her to stay as far away as possible. Then I turned around and rushed into the crowd again trying to pull the remaining children out.

When I rushed to the crowd, the smoke became diffused orange under the light, intertwined in the night, glowing with a faint purple, it is a very wonderful color, like a dream garden.But what is different from this beautiful night sky is that there are screams, gunshots and crying on the ground one after another, sharp like a sharp blade, tearing everything apart.

I felt a great sense of unreality, and for a split second, I could see what Philip had said to me.

He said that I haven't forgotten my kindness, and I haven't lost myself in the conspiracy.

I suddenly felt dizzy, and this dizziness came from a strange excitement in my heart.In the blurry vision, the children were screaming, in pain, and calling for help. I knew they needed me, and I wanted to rush to them!

right!Go save them!

Intoxicated by the inexplicable sense of mission, I rushed to the crowd again and again, pushed aside the troublemakers, looked for the figures of the children on the ground, hugged them and ran back, again and again, completely forgetting what Julian had said to me countless times. Please be sure to protect your own safety.So when the sap hit the back of my head, all the impulses receded suddenly, only the voice of Julian calling for me was left.

I should have fallen, hit the ground, and been trampled on.

But no, instead I was hugged.Someone surrounded me from behind, and someone covered my mouth with a piece of cloth. A faint scent flooded into my nasal cavity, and my remaining consciousness began to fade. I gradually lost consciousness in the mist intertwined with water and light. , closed his eyes.

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PS: Americans did plan riots, but no specific historical records have been found, so the incident is original.