“Berlin is in a state of civil war. Hate exploded suddenly without warning, out of nowhere; at street corners, in restaurants, cinemas, dance halls, swimming-baths; at midnight, after breakfast, in the middle of the afternoon. Knives were whipped out, blows were dealt with spiked rings, beer mugs, chair-legs or leaden clubs; bullets slashed the advertisements on the poster-columns, rebounded from the iron roofs of latrines.”
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