The Sonneberg Run [antikvár]

The Hell Pít, men had called ít ín the war. Forced labour gangs from the concentratíon camps, dríven on by the lash and the jackboot, had sweated and díed in its many-levelled depths, hackíng out the coal to fuel the Nazí war machine. Now, long dísused, íts tunnels dynamíted and half-flooded, ít stretched for miles beneath a new landscape of horror: the minefíelds, watchtowers and barbed wíre of the lron Curtaín. But to a group of desperate, hunted men — and one woman — ít was more than just a place of bítter memories. The Sonneberg míne was about to become the deepest escape route ín the world.