Chapter One Thousand Seven Hundred Eighty-Six
5th February 1967
Kreuzberg, Berlin
Writing in her diary late at night, Anne tried to put her thoughts about the day’s events into perspective.
Letting her children watch television after they got home from school had been a mistake. Lina and Otto had been adamant that they needed to watch as the Taxidiotis IV Mission had concluded with the Hansa Capsule splashed down into the Pacific. They had also promised to turn it off as soon as it ended and return to their studies. What they had neglected to mention was that the news presentation leading up to the main event took several hours and included a recap of the entire mission. Anne had needed to return to the manuscript that she was rewriting and had not been able to pay too much attention until Martin got home from his job at an Accountancy Firm in Mitte and had asked what was going on. The children had been entirely too satisfied with themselves as they explained it, knowing full well that they had put one over on Anne. That had made for a rather tense evening meal later. They shouldn’t have been surprised when they had been informed that the television was to remain off for the rest of the month, but it was the nature of children to protest their treatment no matter how much they deserved their punishment.
Before that came, they had watched as the crew of the Hansa had been picked up by the Navy as aircraft had filmed the capsule’s landing. One of them, identified as Yuri Gagarin and apparently the Russian equivalent of a Hauptmann, slipped off the raft and fell into the ocean. He pulled himself back onto the raft with surprising speed and the others seemed to be having a laugh about it. What did surprise Anne was the presence of Sigi Grimmelshausen. Over the previous days she had been aware that Kat’s former Aide was involved in Taxidiotis, to see her on television though was a different matter. In Anne’s thinking, Sigi was still the oblivious teenager with the bleached hair and an ill-fitting uniform. The sisterhood had rather mercilessly picked her apart at the time in a way that they hadn’t done with the other Aides who had been appointed to Kat, but the others had not been young women and Kat herself had moved out of the Kreuzberg house shortly after that. It seemed that Sigi had come a long way in the eleven years since then. During a brief interview, Sigi had mentioned that Gagarin was scared of a shark or a school of mean tuna and Anne got the impression that must have been something that the crew must have joked about while they had been in orbit.
Anne wondered if Sigi had a publisher because she must have quite the story to tell.
Anne had mentioned that to Martin and like always, that was a bit of a mistake. He had rarely said it to Anne but the clouded expression he got when she mentioned her relationship with the Empress and Fürstin of Berlin troubled him. Anne had been a Lady of the Imperial Court before she had met him, her induction into the Order of Louise with Kat’s sponsorship had come a few years later while she had had been pregnant with Lina. Otto would be a bit of a surprise a year and a half later. Martin saw those relationships as a reminder of everything that they didn’t have. For the life of him, Martin couldn’t fathom the relationship that Anne maintained with the sisterhood. Most of them were orphans and they had always looked at Martin with a bit of disdain, as if they thought that Anne could have done better. Anne profoundly disagreed.
Between Martin’s career in accounting and Anne’s success as a Novelist they enjoyed a comfortable Middle-Class existence. It was just his ambition that they should have more and that was what frequently drove Martin Krause. Hearing about Anne’s personal connections to those with a great deal of wealth and power troubled him. It hadn’t always been like that though. They had been University Students when they had met, with Anne having just published her first novel and him having been accepted into an entry level job at the Accountancy firm where he still worked. Back then, all that had mattered was that they had found each other.
Anne had changed the topic to a hopefully safer topic by mentioning that she had heard back about their vacation plans for the summer. Greece, where they had gone the year before, was clearly out of the question because of the war and Martin had decided that the climate in Italy was not for him. The Baltic Sea resorts were a different story, the trouble was that it seemed like everyone else had the exact same idea. That was the call that Anne had received had involved. One of the hotels that they had been put on the waiting list for a room had called back and asked if they were still interested in making a reservation.
Of course, they were still interested.
Anne paused from her writing. Martin had fallen asleep and was snoring on the couch, she would need to wake him so that he could come to bed. Anne understood that her life wasn’t perfect, but no one’s was.