In the trenches the nighttime is the worst. Daytime in a front line trench is often strangely quiet, soldiers can sleep, scratch, write letters, but with evening stand-to, and the first blue Very light that curves up into the sky comes a cold tightening of the nerves, a ceaseless dread.
For ten years Dr. Hans Sattler, shell-shocked German-born Hungarian engineer has lived in a quiet Budapest suburb, trying to forget the War. Daytime it was easy, but at night he could not sleep. Recently Dr. Sattler's neighbors began to worry about the young...
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