The depth of sorrow, a reading of “Prague Fatale” by Philip Kerr

  The year is 1942, and the gods of war appear to be still smiling to the conquering nazis. Bernie, back from the Ukrainian front, is in Berlin, already besieged by restrictions, lack of petrol, lack of good bier and of most amenities. In the West, German cities are now targeted by allied bombers. There … Continue reading The depth of sorrow, a reading of “Prague Fatale” by Philip Kerr