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Show 'No One Wants to Shoot Children' As the train from Copenhagen slowed down for Hamburg, I saw six cars of coal standing on a siding. sid-ing. Little boys, women and old men wore swarming over them, furtively furtive-ly filling sacks. I asked a military official why this was permitted when only that week a 25 per cent cut in the coal supply had meant a week's shut-down in industry that had begun so that there would be no interruption to electricity. "You can't get anyone to shoot children," was the answer. As I had crossed the border from Denmark, one sight of all others made me realize I was back in Germany. It was the stumps of freshly-cut trees. As I waited in front of the station sta-tion for transportation, a scabby-faced scabby-faced boy in his teens begged me for cigarettes, and a child asked for chewing gum. On the way to the hotel. I saw an old man rummaging through a trash can. |
