In his short life he had known nothing but hardship and hunger. Erich Kaniss was a small, silent, Berlin boy, with weary eyes in a thin, pinched face. He had been four when the war began. Now he was twelve.
Erich's father was a salesman who had built himself a little stucco house in Teltow, a suburb for Berliners of the lower middle class. Soon after the war was ended, Russian officers came to the house and took Erich's father away.
When Berlin was divided into sectors, the Kaniss family found itself living in the Russian zone, just beyond the frontier of the...
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