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Beauty hurts now. We’re so full of death.

This is a young journalist’s honest and unembroidered war diary recounting her experiences in the war-torn Berlin as she and her neighbors face hunger, humiliation and the enthusiastic Russian conquerors and the ensuing mass rapes.

An image from the street: a man pushing a wheelbarrow with a dead woman on top, stiff as a board. Loose grey strands of hair fluttering, a blue kitchen apron. Her withered legs in grey stockings sticking out the end of the wheelbarrow. Hardly anyone gave her a second glance. Just like when they used to ignore the rubbish being hauled away.

The diary begins on 20th of April and ends on 22 of June.
This was a very painful book to read.

...a cart stopped outside our house, with an old horse in front, nothing but skin and bones. Four-year-old Lutz Lehmann came walking up holding his mother’s hand, stopped beside the cart and asked, in a dreamy voice, ‘Mutti, can we eat the horse?�
God knows what we’ll all end up eating. I think I’m far from any life threatening extreme, but I don’t really know how far. I only know that I want to survive - against all sense and reason, just like an animal.