Two Brothers [antikvár]

The Girl on the Cart Berlin, 1920Frieda Stengel woke from a dream filled with tiny kicks to find her nightdress and her bedding soaking wet.It was past dawn but the coming of day had done little to relieve the darkness and gloom of the long freezing night that had preceded it. Her breath hung heavily in the dull light as she shook her husband awake.'Wolfgang,' she whispered. 'My waters have broken.'He sat up in bed with a jolt.'Right!' he said, staring about wildly, struggling to surface. 'Good! Everything's fine. We have a plan.''I'm not in labour yet,' Frieda said soothingly. 'No pain. No cramps. But they're on their way, that's for sure.''Keep calm,' Wolfgang said, tumbling out of bed and tripping over the boots he'd left close at hand for just such an awakening. 'We absolutely have a plan,'Frieda was expecting twins and so had been guaranteed a place in a hospital for the delivery. The Berlin Buch medical school was several kilometres across the city from Friedrichshain, where they lived. As she struggled into her clothes Frieda could only hope that the babies were in no hurry.Wolfgang took his wife's arm and they groped their way down the five flights of stairs from their apartment to the street below. There was a lift but it was ancient and rickety and they had decided that the tiny iron