Word: greys
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Generalissimo Winter. "Even Hitler didn't get crowds like this," I heard a grey little man in shirtsleeves murmur to his friend. Indeed, it was a crowd worthy of this highest German superlative. The 300,000 blanketed the whole rubble-strewn area before the Reichstag, choked every path through the Tiergarten, stood in neat, tight ranks between rows of planted cabbages in the little garden plots. A hot sun beat on the crowd; the air was heavy with sweat and whirls of dust from the sandy earth and the odor of cheap tobacco. A seven-year-old girl whimpered...
...delegates to Western Germany's "parliamentary council" were top politicians and union leaders who in the past had wanted nothing to do with a Western German government or the Western occupation authorities; most were grey survivors of concentration camps, or sadder & wiser leftovers from the Weimar Republic. Some were unknown men whose only distinction was that, under the Hitler regime, they had fought for freedom...
...applause greeting Schmid's announcement was cut short by long, lean Max Reimann, one of the two Communists elected to the assembly. His suit, shirt and tie were a symphony in grey. From a pink sheet of paper he read: "I wish to put forward this resolution: It is resolved that this assembly halt its deliberations on a separate West German constitution and disband immediately. This assembly violates the agreements of Yalta and Potsdam...
...brisk little Bavarian delegate proposed that delegates from Berlin be invited as "guests and advisers." Before a vote could be taken, Reimann was on his feet again. "Zur Geschäftsordnung" (Point of order), he yelled, but was ignored. His face turned red, his grey hair flopped about wildly. "Traitors! . . . Stooges! ... Well, in a few months there will be no assembly, there will be none of you . . . der Tag is coming...
...Waterproof." Probably no less revolutionary-looking crowd ever assembled under Red banners. Watching the listless demonstrators, one could be sure that their incapacity for revolution was exceeded only by their disinterest in it. Their mood was as grey as the overcast sky above. When a thin drizzle of rain fell, hundreds ran for shelter. Cracked a German onlooker: "Ah! These revolutionaries are not waterproof!" As a mass they resembled nothing bolder than a crowd at a railroad station waiting for a late train. They stood in idle little groups, talking over personal, non-political problems: "Emmie, have you no idea...