When the statesmen gathered at Potsdam last July to settle the future of Germany, the sky was blue, the land was bright under a warm summer sun. Last week, powdery snow whirled down into Berlin's pocked streets, and onto Berlin's Grunewald, where the trees had been cut down for firewood and even the stumps were now being pulled out. Thousands of shivering, tired Germans lugged their bundles of wood to cold, bombed houses. Hospitals were crowded. Because the patients were undernourished, many died.
The living cursed the "Potsdam Peace."
A Relative Matter. Yet Germany's plight had been caused primarily not by the...
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