Book description
There were not much people as animals. Sometimes small and frightened,
huddling together in cattle cars, wounds gaping, tongues swelling even
as they licked the moist frost from the walls - each of them wondering
if he would be the next to die before reaching the crude operating
table... And sometimes brawling, robbing and raping as they swept into
Hamburg to glut themselves on life for one more day, or just one more
night... And sometimes they were heroes, pushing their way through the
Russian lines - the Legionnaire, Sven and Tiny, all of them knowing they
had lost the war ...and every last shred of their own humanity.
