Berlin, Nov. 8.
Life goes on here after a fashion. Although the young people were told Sunday by Goebbels that they are enthusiastic over the war, I scarcely believe any German would contradict me when I say they are most decidedly not enthusiastic. They regard it as something that has to be gone through with, but not one of them would have chosen it as the best way of putting in the next few years.
The shops still display a few pure-silk dresses and dressing gowns. It is explained that a virile nation does mot wear silk and the sooner the degenerates buy up the last silk and wear it out, the better. The crying need seems to be for women's stockings and I predict a situation similar to that in Russia before long. According to rumour, the women in Russia wil do anything for a pair of silk stockings.
I was soundly berated by a cop recently when I began to strike matches in a high wind to try to find a doorbell. When I pointed out to him that I was under the roof of the entrance and the English could not possibly see my match, he said he was not thinking of the English but I was wasting wood.
I heard an interesting story from a friend who visited her brother in the hospital here. She came out into the almost completely dark hall and groped her way to the elevator, As
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