Copyright 2014 Susan Hart
(Schwarze Sonne—Black Sun)
Berlin, Friday noon
Most of the workers that poured out of the modern office building were headed for the park across the street where they would spend their lunch break. The park was centrally located, plush with ponds and trees that lined its perimeter. The workers came from a highly talented think tank, deep within the older part of Berlin that had been occupied by the Russians during WWII.
It was lunchtime, so seating in the park was scarce. Anyone who couldn’t find a spot on one of the benches around the edge and in the middle of the park simply sat on blankets which they carried from the building everyday at lunchtime. A break in the day to enjoy the fresh spring air was welcomed by those who worked within the windowless, stuffy building where high tech, secret work took place in highly sophisticated laboratories.