“When there’s no respect left, Herr Kolbe, when books are being burned and people are hated on command just because of their religion, when decent behavior disappears, then all the rest will be gone soon too.” Biermann balled his hand into a thick and wrinkled fist. “Perhaps the Foreign Office is one of our last refuges. We are simply too cosmopolitan, by the way we exchange ideas, by our very language.”
