East Berlin's June Boat Song

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Condam Avenue, the road surface is dazzling silvery white by the bright sunlight.There are countless people puffing and puffing in front of the cafes lined up on the street. In the afternoon, rock music is played in the bars. Spend your life with music.

Lively but with erosion and decadence, the air is full of addictive taste.

Looking up, the sun hurt my eyes, so I put on my sunglasses wisely.

After an initial week of healing in a power plant near the border line, my body finally recovered.As for the trauma inside, I think it will take a while.

I have always believed that everything happens for a reason.

It's just that cause, I dare not think about it, and I don't want to think about it, so I have to learn to let go first, I comfort myself like this.

Under the pseudonym River Randall, wearing an expensive printed shirt, wearing sunglasses and carrying my black backpack - all the top-level equipment promised by Minister Zeisel, I walked into a house full of bourgeois style. Cafe.

"Hello, latte."

The waitress in a pink striped skirt handed me the coffee with a sweet smile: "Sir, your coffee."

The dimples are beautiful when she smiles, and she also has emerald eyes, which remind me of two people, two people I loved deeply.

I was very happy, so I smiled brightly at her.

"Are there any vacancies for rent around here?" I asked.

"That's not easy." She raised her beautiful eyebrows: "Everything is lacking here, houses, electricity, garbage dumps... oh, and coffee."

She leaned forward and whispered in my ear: "You don't know, sir from the east."

I was taken aback and opened my mouth wide: "How do you know?"

She covered her mouth with a tray and curled her eyes into a smile, then leaned closer to my ear and said, "Nobody here wears that, you're too fashionable."

As if she was satisfied by teasing me, she let out a chuckle, flung up her skirt without hesitation and walked away.I stared at her delicate back, my face became hot, and I remembered the scene in "Crime and Punishment" where Raskolnikov first met his hypocritical prospective brother-in-law.

"It's all too brand new, and it's too revealing a certain kind of intention at a glance."

Sighing, I propped my head up and thought.According to the current information, Lieutenant Colonel Haydn's wife is a teaching assistant at the Faculty of Liberal Arts of the Free University of Berlin, and he himself also hangs out in various social occasions with celebrities. It is not difficult, or even very easy, to find them.It's just that I've been slow to act.

I don't know what is hindering me, I suddenly hammered my head in annoyance, and then found a high-sounding reason for myself.

Right, that is it.

Nothing else about Haydn mattered except that he seemed to have a somewhat vague relationship with the CIA's base of operations in West Berlin.

Then I have to be careful, it is not difficult to kill a person, but it is really difficult to kill someone quietly without leaving any traces, otherwise I will start World War III by accident, then I will play the game completely It's over.

Don't talk about going back to East Berlin to see Julian, Julian will have to follow me to suffer.After thinking it through, I drank my coffee in one gulp and left a Mark as a tip.

"Gibgruene Augen." (for those green eyes)

As soon as I left the coffee shop, a tall young man stopped me.

"Hey dude, borrow a fire."

I waved my hand impatiently: "There is no fire."

"Oh?" He smiled softly: "Then come and play with us, I guarantee you will be horny."

He suddenly leaned forward and squeezed my waist: "You will like everything in this bar."

I slapped his hand off in shock: "What are you doing? What do I like?!"

I looked at the bar behind him, and the crowds in it were almost all... men.

"Damn it!" I stared at him bitterly: "What the hell do you mean?!"

He smiled meaningfully and said, "You're gay, I can tell. You smell like us."

I widened my eyes and took a step back.

What's wrong with everyone here?Are their eyes too sharp, or did I write the words "East Germany" and "Gay" on my face?In this case, won't someone come to see me as a Stasi at a glance next time?

It was a bad start, I spat, pushed him away, said "Don't bother me" and boarded the tram.

I decided to stop hesitating and go to the Free University of Berlin first.Put on a normal set of clothes, and recall how Alan looks like on weekdays. I don't think it's that difficult to pretend to be a student.

It was nightfall when I stepped into Liberty University in Durham.The golden sunset shrouded the square in the university, and white doves flew over the orange-red sky, casting mottled shadows.The shadows of people and trees are elongated, entangled and intertwined, with an inexplicable Gothic feel.I sat on a white bench under an oak tree, propping my head up to look at the scene in front of me.

Some people are flying the small red flag and impassionedly promoting communism, some are holding a trumpet and standing on a trolley calling for the election of the next Christian Democratic Union, some are dancing flamenco amidst joyous songs, and some are standing by the side of the square like no one else. Kissing each other, some people are so drunk that they simply fall to the ground...

What a free university...some freedom is too much...

My heart is extremely complicated, because the investigation I went to the Faculty of Arts just now let me know an important piece of information.Mrs. Haydn had left her job three days ago and had erased all traces of herself.It seems that following her route will not work. Perhaps, I think, Haydn may have discovered that something is wrong.

Perhaps informants in East Germany had warned him in advance?Quite normal, the entire Berlin area was originally the first front line of ideological confrontation, and it would naturally become a dirty swamp full of countless spies.

I just hope he can continue to be socially active and give people some hope.

I yawned, put my backpack on my back and stood up, suddenly staggered forward, my whole body was knocked down by a strong force, and then the backpack was snatched by a black hand.

hell!He was actually robbed!

I roared angrily, got up from the ground and chased after that man, I saw that he was a young man with a similar age to me, maybe he was poor and crazy, and he started doing this illegal activity before night.If this were in East Berlin, it would be enough for the Stasi Building to take care of food and shelter for half a year!

I threw him to the ground as soon as I ran across the square. Of course, I am a well-trained secret police, counterintelligence agent, and it was not easy to catch him?I snatched the backpack, pushed him to the ground and punched him hard twice.

"Hey, buddy, I was wrong, please forgive me!" He grinned after being beaten by me, and begged me with a smile.

"Let me see you next time, and I'll chop off your hands!" I showed a vicious expression. To be honest, he was quite beautiful, and this face made me unable to bear to punch him twice again.

"Okay, okay, okay." He narrowed his brown eyes and made an apologetic gesture to me. "Not anymore, never again."

He struggled to get away from under me, struggled to get up and rubbed his face, stared at me and suddenly laughed: "But, what if I still want to see you again?"

I was taken aback for a moment, and when I was about to grab him again and ask him what he meant, he turned around and ran away. As soon as I started to catch up, I heard a clear voice behind me.

"Rhein."

I was taken aback by the extremely familiar voice, but it became a little strange because of the age...

All my movements stopped, and I turned my head in a daze.

Under the oak tree, stood a handsome figure. Time seemed to have forgotten him, making him still as radiant as before, warm as the bright sunshine of Munich, and as clear as the breeze on the Bavarian fields.

"Oh God!" My eyes widened.

God!I never expected to see him again!

For so many years, he hasn't changed a single bit!

My friend, my kind sir, Colonel Victor!

I laughed out loud in disbelief, and my eyes began to moisten because of the extreme surprise.

"Rhein, is that you?"

With a questioning smile, he leaned forward slightly.

I held back my sobs, it's been too long, really too long, nine years have passed since we parted in 1944.

Nine years, he still hasn't changed, but I have changed.

I didn't know what to say, and my emotions surged up in an instant, choking my throat, so I went straight up and hugged him in my arms.

"It's me, Colonel Victor."

He froze for a moment, then calmed down and gave me a hug in return.

"Rhein, you've grown up."

I put my head on his shoulder, and his embrace was as warm as ever, in the Romanian field hospital, in the highest sun-filled ward.

Many years ago, I asked him, will we meet again?He told me, yes, because nothing can stop friends from meeting each other.

I think he is right. No matter the long time, the chaotic situation, or our divided motherland, nothing can stop us from meeting.

We meet again on such a campus where the sun is setting.

It was a long time before I recovered from the uncontrollable joy, only to find that he was pushing a wheelchair beside him, and an elderly woman was sitting on the wheelchair. I was surprised to find that it was a Jew.

"This is Elanga." Colonel Victor said, "She's sick, and I brought her to the medical school to see my doctor friend for an examination. This is the best equipment in West Germany, isn't it?"

I nodded with a smile and said hello to Elanga.The white-haired Iranga held out his hand to me and looked into my eyes.

"Oh, gray-blue eyes..."

Her expression was moving, and she couldn't take her eyes off.I think she may be missing someone just like Major Victor back then.

So that night, Colonel Victor and Iranga warmly invited me to have dinner in their apartment in West Berlin. After the meal, Major Victor and I stood on the terrace full of cornflowers to enjoy the breeze.

The rich aroma of red wine made people a little intoxicated, and the blue-purple flowers swayed in the night, and the major standing under the night looked a little sad and lonely.

He suddenly turned his head and smiled: “Are you studying at Liberty University?”

I shook my head.

"So you're from East Berlin?"

I lowered my head, I could neither lie nor tell the truth, I could only remain silent.

He came over and put his hand on my shoulder: "You are as tall as me, how have you been all these years?"

I suddenly had a sore nose, but I still grinned: "Very good! Some are very good!"

He suddenly grabbed my hand and spread out his palms: "Gun training is very hard."

I was taken aback, and quickly withdrew my hand, but he could tell at a glance that I had undergone military training.I lowered my head embarrassingly, I dare not look at him.

"You just stay here, no matter what you want to do, I will not interfere with you." He took a sip of red wine, smiled and looked into the distance: "I think there will be very few opportunities in the future."

"But..." I lowered my head: "Don't you care at all? Maybe I will bring danger..."

He smiled brightly: "Rhein, at my age, there are not many people and things that I cherish anymore."

"What's more, Yilanga also likes you very much, doesn't she?"

I looked back at Elanga sitting under the warm yellow light in the room, she was watching me with a gentle smile, I nodded to her, and then said to Colonel Victor: "No matter what, nothing will bring This apartment."

He raised his glass to me, the bright red wine was swaying, and it was extremely bright in the night, as bright red as a May rose.

I felt a dull pain in my heart again.