East Berlin's June Boat Song

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I took George all the way to the Bod border. The process was not smooth. The UB police kept stopping and conducting a nationwide search. Several times we were almost arrested on the train.Later, we resolutely gave up taking public transportation and bought a car with a lot of money. We only hoped to get rid of UB when crossing the border and smoothly connect with the East German soldiers on duty at the border.

Of course, it would be more ideal to connect with Soviet soldiers.

Along the way, I have fully seen George's talent as a spy, as if he was born to be a spy.His keen observation ability is simply different from ordinary people. Once on the train, he judged that he was a policeman just by the way the man dozed off.

"You see, he always puts his hands on his waist."

George said to me with a smile, and then pulled me off the train. Sure enough, the train was inspected and cleaned shortly after, and we narrowly escaped unharmed.

As we approached June, we finally reached the border, and as long as we could pass the border, we were safe.However, the bullets from the submachine guns of the Polish border guards have no eyes, and we had to be more careful at the last moment.But George said he had his own way, and his sly foxy look made me both convinced and skeptical.

We walked south along the border for about ten kilometers. George took me to a wilderness, which was some distance away from the border guards. Then he mysteriously told me to pack less and pack lightly.

"What are we going to do?" I said, looking at the barbed wire under the blue-gray sky. "It's all electrified."

"Of course." He raised his eyebrows somewhat triumphantly, then walked to a pile of wild grass, and said with a smile, "I think we have to do some weeding work."

After experiencing the initial shock, I reacted: "Is there a tunnel under here?"

"Bingo!" He snapped his fingers and said with a smile, "Thanks to the Jews who fled around during the war, hey, the Jews are really powerful. It is said that they were dug out with bare hands, but there is no place for them on either side."

I bowed my head in shame for the sins we have committed.

"But how do you know about this place?"

"I know everything, honey."

I gave him a suspicious look.

Then the two of us started mowing and weeding. Of course, I did it almost all by myself. George claimed that he was a wounded person and couldn't do heavy work. So it took me two full hours to barely dig the entrance of the tunnel. , It's really hidden enough, no one is so bored to dig soil for two hours here.

I was so tired that I was panting and sweating profusely. George seemed very satisfied. He walked up to me and put his arms around my waist: "I'm very excited because of my physical strength."

He blew into my ear and I got goosebumps all over my body.

The next trip to the tunnel almost made my lungs on the verge of exploding. The long-standing tunnel was small and cramped, full of cobwebs and dust. We had to bend our waists through the whole process, and the speed could not be raised at all. It took almost two hours. We can see the light again.Of course, we also went through another desperate digging process to successfully open the exit.

When I finally returned to my motherland, I suddenly felt like crying.Covered in mud, I sat slumped on the ground and looked up at the sky above Germany. Poland was only five kilometers away. You see, the sky was no different at all.

It is gray, as if shrouded in a lingering haze. Even in the clear blue sky, the circling gray pigeons will cast shadows.

This is the age.

An era full of intrigue and treachery.

Julian was standing in the courtyard behind the white mansion when I brought George back to Karlshorst.On the open grass, with a gentle breeze, he stood alone, like a lonely fir tree.Lifting his chin slightly, he seemed to be looking up at the sky too. Under the gray sky, his beautiful profile was carved in the background of the peaceful and distant sycamore trees, and his silver hair fell back like a waterfall, turning into a piece of moonlight in my heart.

I always soften my heart the moment I see him.

He turned and saw George and me, smiling brightly.

He walked straight towards me, his eyes almost fixed on me.He hugged me in his arms, with the joy of regaining what was lost, and didn't care about the bad smell coming from me.

"You're back."

"Hmm." I leaned on his shoulder and smelled the fir scent on his body, which was familiar and reassuring.

"Are you hurt?"

"No, it's safe all the way."

"I'm worried about you, you know?"

He cupped my face and kissed me, and I responded emotionally.Sweet, the tip of his tongue always seems to have been soaked in rum for a long time, which fascinates me so much.

Wrapping my arms around his waist and leaning on him for a while, I took a deep breath and let him go.

"I think it's your time next."

I turned around and looked at George, who was crossing his arms and showing a playful expression, then looked at Julian, and walked back under his slightly surprised eyes.

"Rhein." Julian stopped me.

"Ok?"

He was a little hesitant to speak, but finally he fell into a quiet smile.

"have a good rest."

I nodded and gave him a reassuring smile, then walked around the gravel road on the right side of the white mansion to the gate, and left without looking back.

There are some things I think I can try not to care about, but I still need time.

Time is a good thing, I believe.

Back to the home where I had been away for a long time, I looked around for Alan.I have been away for about 20 days, so I don't know how he is doing now.How's the investigation on Natasha's case?Who on earth killed my lovely friend?

All kinds of questions linger in my heart, and I don't have time to feel sad about other things.It’s just that the house was empty, so I took a shower, changed my clothes, cleaned myself up and drove to the University of Berlin.

The smell of the medical school building makes me feel at ease. The faint smell of disinfectant has been with me for a long time. When I think of myself as a medical soldier and nurse, I feel as if I have passed away.

I wandered like a headless chicken in the corridors of the building, not knowing where Allen was, so I crouched outside the labs and looked in.Soon a white pharaoh wearing a lab coat was surrounded by two female college students. He smiled kindly and patiently, his eyes were full of wisdom, and he kept answering the questions raised by the female students.

"But, Professor Rembrandt, what should we do next?"

When passing me, the female student asked with a look of embarrassment, and I instantly realized that this person was Rembrandt who was about to drive Allen crazy, so I stopped him without thinking.

The behavior was a bit offensive, so I quickly stood up and bowed to him.

"Uh, hello, are you Professor Rembrandt?"

Professor Rembrandt was a little surprised, adjusted his glasses and looked at me: "It's me, are you?"

I smiled embarrassingly, and said respectfully: "Hi, I'm Rhine Muller, a friend of Alan Crowder...... Well, it's like this, I don't know if I should say something , um, how should I say it?"

Professor Rembrandt suddenly smiled kindly: "Please, but it doesn't matter."

I grinned, trying to sound honest and educated: "You know, Alan has been working hard, he's really under a lot of pressure, and Natasha is, well, poor Natasha, God Bless her! That is to say, can you be more flexible, don’t push him too hard, just let him pass any papers... Or, you let him let it go first, my friend is the best Feeling heavy, he may not be interested in studying recently, oh, my poor Alan! He has cried many times over the paper."

I looked at the professor beggingly, but I didn't expect that his expression would become weird when he heard it, and then I saw the eyes of the two beautiful female college students next to him also widen their eyes, showing a look of extreme surprise.

My heart beats like a drum, is my request too much?No way, am I going to do something bad with good intentions?

After a while, Professor Rembrandt's strange expression gradually subsided. He straightened his expression, smiled gracefully and said, "Mr. Muller, I think you may have misunderstood your friend."

Seeing that I was puzzled, he added thoughtfully: "Alan Crowder is the most outstanding student of our Berlin University School of Medicine. No one can surpass him. There has never been a so-called failure of a thesis. Sir, Allen was a genius, a proven genius."

As if to confirm what the professor said, the two female students nodded frantically, and they kept using their affirmative eyes to convince me that there was nothing wrong with what the professor said.

"Genius, really, Allen is the best."

"His experimental results and papers are top-notch."

"Poor Natasha is no match for him."

"His grades have always been number one."

With my shocked expression, Professor Rembrandt nodded to me and led his students out of the corridor.I stood there for a long time, and suddenly realized that I didn't know much about Alan, my dear friend.

In my memory, he always looked worried about his studies, and I often worried about his exam results and papers that he couldn't pass.His life seems to be carefree, the only pressure is from his studies, but if his studies are not his pressure, then what is it that always makes him sigh and worry?

Perhaps a genius also needs to make unimaginable efforts, I tried to convince myself, and then Alan appeared at the end of the corridor.

He ran towards me with a smile, his fiery red hair still couldn't hide his vitality under the white light, he had obviously recovered from his grief, his smile was clear and warm, and his bright brown eyes shone with moving brilliance.

"Just leave me like that and walk away, aren't you afraid that I will hate you?"

He grabbed my shoulder and said feigned dissatisfaction.I have been feeling guilty for this, so I bowed my head.

"I'm sorry, Alan, sometimes I can't help myself, you know, my identity..."

"Okay little Rhine!" He rubbed my head: "I don't blame you, no one understands you better than me, because we are good friends, aren't we?"

I rolled my eyes and smiled: "Of course, we are best friends!"

I have always believed in this fact very firmly, and even became annoyed by my unreasonable doubts just now.

Alan Crowder, will always be my friend - Alan Crowder.