Dawn Redemption

In November 1942, Lieutenant Colonel Noah von Seifert left Auschwitz concentration camp on official business.

The skies in Poland carried too much smog, and Finn watched as Noah's black Mercedes spun out of the camp and sank below the horizon on the empty road.He looked at the sky blankly. Two days ago, he heard on the radio that it seemed to be snowing in Berlin at the end of this road.

"It was a lot of snow. When you stop on patrol, they will cover your shoulders like a blanket. We had to take off our hats and shake off the little snowdrifts on our hats. There are many children playing in the square, It seems that the fighting has stopped, I can hardly see the lights in the windows of the Capitol in the snow, I just feel very quiet and very peaceful."

Jonas paused, lowered his eyelashes and said in a low voice, "It was 1939. I left Berlin that winter before the snow melted."

"We will go back." Marcus patted him, "We will all go back after everything is over."

"It's over." Finn chewed the word softly.

Jonas raised his head: "By the way, Finn, why... why don't you go to Berlin with the commander?"

Finn shook his head.He felt as if he had been abandoned.The secrecy of Noah's departure this time was very high, and Fein didn't even know about the temporary business trip or transfer.All I know is that he left.

Anyway, he would never know that during the days when he left, Fein kept imagining the heavy snow that Jonas said in his mind, thinking of Berlin in 1942, Noah who got off the car, maybe there would be stars reflected in his eyes A little bit of snow, perhaps as usual, hides the sharpness in the depths of the brown pupils with depth.Snow would fall on the brim of his military cap, on the flooded badge.The white rustled on his broad shoulders, as if that was the only place where it could comfort.

Finn didn't know whether he would brush the snow off his shoulders with a cold face, or smile lightly, turn around and walk into the heavily guarded building without paying any attention.

He really misses him.

Even if this kind of miss is destined not to respond.

In such a quiet season of winter, everything is as calm as it should be.

There was no riot in the camp.The smoke from the chimneys rises silently into the snowy sky.The soul that travels far cannot be seen again, and the departing figure has not yet risen from the snow-covered horizon.

Finn lay on his back on the bed.Even though the heavy quilt made people feel restrained, Finn's heart was as quiet as Rolf's bottle of frozen Coke during the day.

It's just that the bottle of Coke finally fell to the ground and shattered into countless glimmering ice dust.

"The more I force myself not to think about him, the more I realize that he is the only one in my mind." Jonas' words suddenly came to mind.

The person who misses his lover has already fallen asleep, vaguely accompanied by vague babbling, clasping each other's palms with his lover across the distance of space in his dream.

And you, where are you?

Remembering that his home was in Berlin, his real home, not this dead house.

Thinking of his daughter, and his past wife.

What would Noah like about her?Finn knew almost nothing about his past.He even hated himself for why he didn't appear in his life earlier, why he could still suffer from insomnia because he didn't know him so well.At the beginning, when Greta came to Auschwitz, he only felt that this woman was too gentle, and vaguely thought that she was completely unsuitable to be with a man like Noah.Up to now, he is jealous of that woman, jealous of her possessing Noah's unknown past.

Thinking that she might be waiting by the fireplace for him to come home tired, take off his coat, accept his kisses and hugs.Or close the curtains to separate yourself from the cold snowy night outside, and fall asleep hugging each other on a warm bed...

Enough, enough, enough, enough, enough, enough!

Boom!

Finn slammed his fist on the bed, and Rolf's snoring on the lower bunk reluctantly stopped, but fortunately it started again.

He curled himself up in the blanket.So what if I'm jealous?

I am a man who will never get his affection, man...

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