Fighting For Love

IX - Warsaw pt. 1

    Hey, guys, it's me once again.

    I know, I know, I've been sleeping on this story for the past week, I'm really sorry for that, but the past few days of the week have been really rough, I had lots of tests and evaluations, but thank God all that is over.

    For this weekend, I plan to publish today's chapter (part1), and part 2 on Sunday, as promised in the last chapter.

    As always, enjoy your reading, I hope to see you down there.

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   Chapter 9: Warsaw pt. 1

October the 6th, 1939, 20:00

Warsaw, Poland

   After the officials of the last government left Warsaw and fled to God-knows-where, we were finally able to enter the city and were "free" to do whatever we wanted.

   I mean, not entirely free. We could go anywhere we wanted as long as we were in the city. It's not freedom, but it's still better than we were the day before.

   Otto and I were assigned to stay at the Bristol Hotel, which would now be the base of the Third Reich in Warsaw, as determined by a telegram from Berlin earlier that day.

   Our next target was still mostly unknown, though it had been rumoured. Some said France, others risked Norway and some even suggested that we would cross the Chanel to attack the United Kingdom, but that idea sounded completely insane to me. As good as the German navy was, it is not the British.

   My true will is that the fall of Warsaw would mean the end of the war, but that was clearly not going to happen.

   I was in my own room — each day that passed I got a promotion when it comes to hotels -  lying in bed and reading a book I grabbed from the Hotel's library. Yes, the hotel had its own library. As I said, a promotion. Inferno, by Dante Alighieri.

   I know this word, Inferno, means "Hell" in Italian. And being away from Otto, as I was at that moment, feels like hell on earth. I must really like him.

   I heard knocks on the door and I shouted for whoever was knocking to come in. It was Otto.

   "Hey!" He came in and closed the door behind him, I sat up. "What are you doing?"

   Waiting for you.

   "Not much, just reading. You?" I saw a smile grew on his face as I said the words 'not much'.

   "I am going to celebrate the siege!"

   "Oh no!" I said exaggeratedly loud. "Not at all! Do you not remember the last time you said that? I will not carry you to bed again, my backs still hurt." I rubbed them with my hands, to emphasize my statement.

   "Of course I do, it was two days ago! but this time it will be different."

   "How come? Are you going to create a pair of wings and fly your way up the building?"

   "No, Mr. Grumpy, you are coming with me," I barely had time to think of an answer and he was already pulling me out of my bed. "And let's go now, I am starving and they must be waiting for us."

   "Wait!! Who is waiting for us?" I managed to say as he dragged me out of my room to the warm and bright hallway.

   "Günther and Hilde. They said they have something really big to tell us, which is part of the reason why we are going to celebrate. They asked me if I wanted to invite you."