Rose Schlösinger, locked in her cell, writes another Kassiber. Her heart is broken: Bodo is dead. She heard about his death the day before the anniversary of their engagement, the news traveling in furtive whispers from the Eastern Front to the corridors of the Alexanderplatz prison. I unfortunately can’t even explain what thoughts and feelings this news elicited in me.… So much misfortune is piling up on me that I have to numb my heart so that I can bear it all. Bodo Schlösinger didn’t die in battle; he died by his own hand. Shortly after he heard that the Gestapo had arrested everyone in the
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