of course—and “helped” is an understatement—by Antje. As far as I can remember, she did not have a wig for me on that day, however there were beautiful blonde tresses which she wrapped skillfully around my head.

Then came a bit of makeup. I had not even had time to give my transformation a closer look when Antje suddenly called out:-"Heav- ens, it is already 8 o'clock and the dog has not been walked yet!" She rushed for an overcoat of hers, and without asking me she wrapped a scarf around my head so that just a bit of the blonde tresses protruded and it was me who had to put her overcoat on! Then Antje showed me the door, and when I hesitated she pushed me out warning me that the dog had to be walked for at least a quarter of an hour, to the corner of the street forth and back several times to make sure that he did his business.

Here I was outside the door of the apartment and I had to go down the long flight of stairs that lead to the street.

(For better understanding I must mention here that in some Euro- pean countries the old fiction of "my home is my castle" is still being maintained in apartment houses insofar as that each apartment has a private flight of stairs leading to the street, and the apartments are called e.g. "middle house," "upper house," etc. equivalent to the second or third floor where they are located. So sometimes one has to go up (or down) several flights until one enters the apartment or the street, respectively.) Well, the dog pulled me eagerly along, and al- though I wore only medium high heels I had to be quite careful in order not to fall. Arriving at the street, I took a breath and opened the house door. There I was in the street, a maid walking a dog that evidently knew his way. Fortunately the street was only dimly lit as was the custom in wartime, and I met almost nobody. As soon as somebody showed up I unobtrusively just took a turn, and nobody bothered me nor seemed to be aware that the "maid" was not a "maid."

Elated, I returned with the dog to the apartment. It had become quite late and I had to go home. When I asked for my clothes, I found them in a carefully wrapped package except my pants, shoes, overcoat, and hat which I was told to put over my dress. Since, as I said before, the streets were dimly lit, or not at all, I had to go home in this way, avoiding bright lit cross sections whenever possible (because I was

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