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“Don’t cry, Ragni; he’ll be back. Sometimes these things happen, but it’s up to us not to let them destroy us,” she said, trying to comfort her. Sniffling, Ragni said, “You’re right, Moheeni. I don’t mean to be selfish about Kanwar’s time, but I guess I am sometimes. It’s just that I feel I can’t control my love and longing for him. Sometimes, I feel our love has been frustrated so long, so many lifetimes before this one, that I feel I’ll go mad if it happens again,” and she burst out crying on her shoulder. Cradling her, Moheeni held her close. “I’ll be okay, Moheeni,” Ragni said. “You’re right, and Kanwar was right to leave without seeing me. I would have probably made a scene to make him stay, and it would have ruined the day for both of us. I’ll be okay,” she said, managing a smile through her tears. “Let me help you cheer up with good news. I just remembered that he invited you to come to Srinagar over the Christmas holiday. He wants to give you a tour of Kashmir before he gets transferred to Chandigarh Air Base.” “Really? Oh, Moheeni, that is good news. Thanks for telling me.” She hugged Moheeni. “What a wonderful party,” both Sukhbans and Rajinder said to the hostess. They were celebrating S. Mohinder Partap Singh’s appointment to the post of Director General of Police. Among the many state officials, Shamsher Singh, Sarpanch of Bhatian, and Rajinder Kaur had been invited. “Now that Mohinder Partap Singh is in charge of all the police in the state, what do you think the chances of finding Jaswant’s killer are?” she asked. “Hard to say—he’s still getting settled into his post. After all, he’s only been chief a little over a month, and it will take some time to settle in. Besides, things in the smaller villages are harder to control,” she replied. 49

“Yes, it’s much wilder, what with all the morphine addicts, the home- made alcohol, and the men all armed to the teeth at all times. It’s amazing there isn’t more violence than there is,” Rajinder said. The illegal drug trade is a global black market, dedicated to the cultivation, manufacturing, distribution, and sale of those substances which are subject to drug prohibition laws. Most jurisdictions prohibit trade, except under license, of many types of drugs by drug prohibition laws. A UN report said the global drug trade generated an estimated 250.6 billion (US). With a world GDP of US$30 trillion in the same year, the illegal drug trade may be estimated as slightly less than 1% of total global commerce. Consumption of illegal drugs is widespread globally. Turning to a different subject, Rajinder said, “There’s something I’ve wanted to talk to you about for some time now.” Seeing the need to find someplace a little more private, Sukhbans Kaur said, “Come, let’s go out for a walk in the compound.” Under the warm summer air, Rajinder began, “It’s about Ragni and Kanwar, the young man that lives near our house in Bhatian. I believe you met him briefly once.” “Yes, I do remember him very well. He seemed like a very nice young man. He’s the younger brother of Jaswant, isn’t he?” Sukhbans Kaur asked. “That’s the one,” Rajinder confirmed. “I told you Ragni is interested in Kanwar, but I never told you in detail how involved they are. This relationship of theirs goes back—way back. Do you remember the first time Ragni stayed with me, and she was only about five years old? During that stay, she met Kanwar, and they began playing together. It surprised me how such a young child could have such deep feelings for a boy, but I explained it away as a passing fancy. As the years passed, her feelings for him haven’t diminished— 50

they’ve intensified. I’ve never seen two young people so much in love. All those times she was making excuses to see me in Bhatian was only so she could see Kanwar. It was never the case of her loving me more than you and Mohinder Bir Ji (bir ji is a respected word for a male relative who is comparatively elder). “I always trusted the two of them being together, so I tried to help wherever I could in letting them see each other. I still trust that they won’t do anything that would shame you or Bir Ji. After all these years, their love and devotion to each other have convinced me that they would make a good couple. This is what I wanted to speak to you about. To see if you and Bir Ji would wish to meet with Kanwar’s mother to arrange a wedding.” Listening to her words carefully and walking slowly, Sukhi was relieved to finally learn that the real reason Ragni had always wanted to spend time in Bhatian was to spend time with Kanwar and not to be away from her and Mohinder. In fact, she really wasn’t surprised by what Rajinder was telling her. “I’ll talk to Mohinder about this. He’ll want to meet Kanwar, of course, and I would like to meet him again as well, but I trust your judgment. Kanwar seemed to be a very nice young man. We’ll see,” she said. “You’re awfully happy tonight. What’s going on?” Ragni asked Anita as they sat in their room listening to the radio before turning in for the evening. “I got a letter from Hermanjit,” Anita said coyly. “What did he have to say?” Ragni asked anxiously. “Well, I had been thinking about him, so I wrote a letter to him about a week ago asking if there was some way we could meet again. He wrote back and invited me to come up to Srinagar for Christmas break. What should I do?” Anita excitedly asked Ragni. 51

Ragni laughed and said, “If you’re willing to allow me to corrupt you, you can go up with me. I was planning to go to Srinagar to visit Kanwar.” “Great! How are we going to pull this off, though? Are we both going to wear saris and drug the guards?” Anita asked sarcastically. “No need. I’ll talk with Moheeni about it. She’ll help us out, I’m sure.” The next morning, between classes, Ragni caught up with Moheeni. “Moheeni, I have a favor to ask of you,” she said. “Hmm let me guess. Does it have to do with a young pilot in the air force?” Moheeni joked. “Well, two, actually,” Ragni giggled. “Two? You mean one isn’t enough for you anymore?” Moheeni teased. “It’s for Anita and me. Her boyfriend is a friend of Kanwar’s. We were wondering if you could arrange for us to get out of classes a few days before Christmas break, so we can go up to Srinagar to visit them before having to go home for the holiday,” Ragni said. “Well, how are your classes going? If you left early for Christmas break, would you miss any exams?” Moheeni asked, concerned about their schoolwork. “No problems—no exams before the break this time,” Ragni assured her. Moheeni knew both girls always did well in their studies, and Ragni never even needed to study to get perfect grades. “Okay, I’ll take care of it. I’m the only one in charge of the role, so I’ll just prepare the reason to let you go a few days earlier before the vacation starts. Make sure it doesn’t affect your studies. Get two day’s worth of your homework from your instructors. Meet me here tomorrow after my class, and I’ll give you the security release slips; they will help you get a pass from the security guards,” she said. 52

“Thanks, Moheeni. You’re the best.” A few days before the Christmas holidays, Ragni and Anita were on a bus to Amritsar. An hour and a half later, they were at the airport boarding a plane to Srinagar. After a short flight, they circled the florid valley, nestled in the huge mountain range. As the plane taxied into the terminal after landing, the girls could see Kanwar and Hermanjit waiting outside for them. “There’s Hermanjit!” Anita said excitedly. “He looks even better in a pilot’s uniform than he does in a hockey uniform!” As Anita and Ragni waited for the plane to disembark, Anita asked worriedly, “Do you think he’ll like me?” “Oh, don’t worry about it, Anita. Just try and be yourself. If he doesn’t like you the way you are, then he’s not worth bothering about,” Ragni said, trying to make her relax. “I guess you’re right,” she said as they started to exit the plane. Ragni ran up to Kanwar and hugged him, while Anita and Hermanjit were more reserved with each other. This was the first time they had seen each other since meeting briefly after the hockey match many months ago. They were both surprised to see how each had become more attractive since then. “What have you got planned for us?” Ragni asked Kanwar. Looking at Hermanjit, he said, “We thought you might like staying on Dal Lake, so we reserved a two-bedroom houseboat. Come on—there’s a lot to see here. Our Jeep is parked out front,” he said, taking her hand with one hand, and her bag with the other. Though they were still strangers, Hermanjit followed Kanwar’s example and took Anita’s hand. It was the first time either Hermanjit and Anita had held hands with one of the opposite sex, and a charge went through both of them, making them excited and shy at the same time. 53

Centuries ago, when the British first took over India, a heavy tax was imposed for building on the land. To get around this tax, plush houseboats, complete with all the household amenities, were built and docked on the lake. By now, they had become a tradition and landmark of Srinagar. When the two couples boarded the boat to drop off the girls’ bags in their respective bedrooms, Kanwar and Ragni automatically went to one room, leaving the other for Anita and Hermanjit. At first, Anita hesitated, assuming that she and Ragni would be sharing one room, but when she saw the two of them enter one bedroom, she looked at Hermanjit, who was equally at a loss for what to do or say. Slowly and warily, she went into the bedroom to drop off her things. There, she saw Hermanjit’s bag and set hers next to his. Smiling nervously, she fumbled with her bag and swallowed hard, wondering what was going to happen later on that night. Ragni and Kanwar came into the room, arm in arm. “What do you think of getting some lunch and then taking in some of the sights?” Kanwar suggested cheerily. “Sure! Sounds like a great idea!” Hermanjit said a little too enthusiastically, trying to hide his awkward feelings. After lunch, they visited the marketplace and then went on a tour of some of the landmarks in the area. They visited the tomb of Issa, the saint from Judea known in the West as Jesus Christ. As the myth goes, Jesus wasn’t dead when he was taken off the cross on Calvary, and after being carefully nursed back to health, spent forty days with his disciples, giving them final instructions before returning to Kashmir where he had studied and trained during part of the eighteen years he was missing as a child to the time he reappeared in Judea to preach. Already well known as a venerated wise man from his previous travels to this part of the world, he was welcomed back, married, lived, and taught here until his death many years later. In another part of the area, they drove to a site that was the alleged burial place of Moses. It was watched over by a family claiming to be the direct 54

descendants of Moses. They listened to one man speak as he told them that Srinagar was the final home of one of the lost tribes of Israel. After sightseeing, they had some dinner and then took in a movie. As the time drew nearer to return to the houseboat, the tension grew between Hermanjit and Anita. “I guess we’re going to turn in for the evening. Good night!” Kanwar said to Hermanjit and Anita as he and Ragni disappeared into the other bedroom. Just before walking into her room, Ragni gave Anita a concerned glance, hoping that her friend would be alright. Anita didn’t say anything, but the look on her face let Ragni know that she was afraid to be left alone with someone she hardly knew. Once they were alone, Hermanjit and Anita felt more like strangers than ever. They were outside on the deck of the boat, standing nervously next to each other, both unsure of what they should do. Hermanjit leaned on the railing near the edge and looked up at the moon. It was shining brightly in the clear, dark sky. Clearing his throat nervously, he said, “I—I guess we’re alone now. I know we don’t know each other very well, and I wasn’t really sure what to do about our sleeping arrangements, but I knew Kanwar and Ragni wanted to spend time alone together. When we rented this boat, I guess I wasn’t thinking about what you and I were going to do. To tell you the truth, you’re the first girl I’ve ever really been alone with like this,” he confessed. Seeing his nervousness somehow put Anita more at ease, and she moved a little closer to him by the railing. “I’ve never been near a man like this either,” she said softly. “You’re the first one I’ve ever written to.” They stood looking at the stars for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality, must have only been a few minutes. The blood in Hermanjit’s body stared rushing madly, putting tremendous pressure in his head. A thundering 55

noise began rumbling in his ears, blotting out the soft lapping of the water against the bottom of the boat. It was as if he were being compelled to move closer to Anita, yet the fear within was creating a conflict. Then he felt his hand move off the railing to touch hers. Feeling his hot touch, she turned her head slowly to meet his gaze. They both had desire and fear in their eyes. Taking hold of their hands, they turned slowly to each other and, in slow motion, drew closer until they met in a kiss. The conflicting energy swirling madly inside him was released to her through their kiss, and like two people connected by an electrical current, they clung to each other in a tight, desperate embrace. Breathing hard, they broke away momentarily. He looked in her eyes and then at the door that led to their bedroom, and without words they entered. 56

CHAPTER 5 D al lake of Kashmir is one of the most beautiful lakes. It has been and continues to be a part of the poetry by renowned poets. The second largest lake of Jammu and Kashmir state. Dal Lake is encircled by magni- ficent mountains on three sides. Adorning the banks of the Dal Lake is a number of blooming gardens and orchards and a number of channels well linked with each other. The embankments of Dal Lake also have a number of Mughal monuments and holds the campus of the University of Kashmir. Further beautifying the scenery of the lake are two hillocks that house the famous shrine of Shankaracharya and Hari Parbat temples. The other unique features of Dal Lake are the famous Shikaras and houseboats. Numerous houseboats line the lake, providing their guests with a serene atmosphere and picturesque surroundings. “What is the plan for tomorrow? Ragni asked Kanwar. They were sitting in the army canteen on the top of the hill, surrounded by silver- colored peaks. “Tomorrow, we are flying an air force plane that is a frequent service between Srinagar and Leh, capital of Ladakh. We’Il give you a tour of China, India, and the Pakistan border. Being air force pilots, Hermanjit and I did a lot of studying of the border area maps and landmarks.” They bundled up a few things in the morning and reached Leh at nine in the morning. They picked up the Jeep from the base. Hermanjit was driving, 57

and they set out for their sightseeing. Kanwar was sitting on the front seat, and both girls were sitting in the back seat. A cool breeze was blowing, and some clouds were floating under the blue sky. The Jeep was driving along the narrow roads of the mountains. “Let’s stop here,” Hermanjit said, pointing to Kanwar. “I think this is the right point.” Yes,” Kanwar responded. Everybody got out of the Jeep and looked in wonder at the tall rocky mountains touching the ceiling of the sky. “Well, from a strategic point of view, it is a very important part of India. It is surrounded by two border disputed countries China and Pakistan.” Heavy army units were located in this region to protect the territory and integrity of India. Heavy military convoys moved on the road in both directions of the desert region in Indian Territory. The Indian flag was twisting in the air as they looked at the peaks of the mountains but could see nothing else. “Would you explain some geographic aspects of this region?” Ragni asked Kanwar again. “Ladakh is a cold desert with the contrasts of freezing winds and burn- ing hot sunlight. Formed only a few million years ago, this relatively young land is surrounded by the Great Himalayas on one side and the Karakoram on the other. A dry area, the Ladakh region receives little rain and is the totally opposite from the green landscape of the major parts of the Himalayas. Once covered by an extensive lake system, Ladakh has winter snowfall as its main source of water. Ladakh, covering an area of fifty-nine thousand square kilometers, is made up of two administrative districts, Leh and Kargil. Leh is the chief town. The population of Ladakh is dominated by the Lamaist Buddhists. It is one of the most picturesque and beautiful places.” Kanwar recited every word he’d read perfectly from memory. “This is the Karakoram Range,” he said, handing over one telescope to Ragni and the other to Anita. “This is a great mountain system, extending some three hundred miles from the easternmost extension of Afghanistan in a southeasterly direction 58

along the watershed Central and South Asia. The greatest concentration of high mountains in the world and the longest glaciers outside the high latitudes are found there. The Karakorams are part of a complex of mountain ranges at the center of  Asia, including the  Hindu Kush  to the west, the  Pamirs  to the northwest, the Kunlun Mountains to the northeast, and the Himalayas to the southeast. The borders of  Tajikistan,  China,  Pakistan,  Afghanistan, and India all converge within the Karakoram system, giving this remote region great geopolitical significance. The name Kurra-koorrum, is a rendering of the Turkic term for Black Rock or Black Mountain.” Kanwar recited from memory again. Both girls were enjoying their history lesson and looking at the beauty of the mountains through their telescopes. It was Hermanjit’s turn to give some highlights of the historical back- ground of Ladakh. “Ladakh is a part of the state of Jammu and Kashmir and was once a part of the former Kingdom of Ladakh. For almost 900 years, starting from the middle of the tenth century, Ladakh existed as an inde- pendent kingdom. The year 1531 saw continuous attacks by the Muslims from Kashmir that continued until the mid-nineteenth century when it was finally seized. The Indo-Aryan Mons from across the Himalayan range, the Darads from the extreme western Himalayas, and the itinerant nomads from the Tibetan highlands also formed the early colonizers of Ladakh. Today, Ladakh has some of its areas under the illegal occupation of Pakistan and China.” Because of the association with Kashmir, Kishtwar, and Kulu, Ladakh valley adopted various ethnic and cultural traditions radiating from across the Great Himalayan range. Tourism in Ladakh is not just about picturesque views of the valley with the snow-capped peaks forming the backdrop. Rather, it is also about the culture of the Ladakhi people and their will to live cheerfully even in one of the most inhospitable terrains in the world. The fascinating Buddhist monasteries of the region revive the centuries-old legacy of Ladakh. Both couples were sitting in the scenic restaurant 3000 meters above sea level. Ragni opened the window; she was trying to touch floating clouds passing by. They ordered some snacks and cups of hot coffee. “It is beautiful 59

here. Hey, what is the reason for India and China’s dispute in this territory?” She asked, looking at Hermanjit. “The Sino-Indian border dispute is an ongoing territorial dispute over the sovereignty of two relatively large and several smaller, separated pieces of territory between  China  and  India. The first of the territories,  Aksai Chin, is administered by China as part of the  Xinjiang Uygur Autonomous Region  and  Tibet Autonomous Region  and claimed by India as part of the union territory of  Ladakh; it is a virtually uninhabited high-altitude waste- land in the larger regions of Kashmir and Tibet and is crossed by the Xinjiang- Tibet Highway. The other disputed territory is south of the  McMahon Line, formerly known as the North-East Frontier Agency and now called Arunachal Pradesh. The McMahon Line was part of the 1914 Simla Convention signed between Britain, India, and Tibet, without China’s agreement. India continues to maintain that the McMahon Line is the legal border in the east. China has never accepted that border, stating that Tibet was never independent when it signed the Simla Convention. The 1962  Sino-Indian War  was fought in both disputed areas. Chinese troops attacked Indian border posts in Ladakh in the west and crossed the McMahon line in the east. There was a brief border clash in 1967 in the region of Sikkim.” Both girls were impressed with Hermanjit’s knowledge. Kanwar broke through the silence that came after Hermanjit’s speech, “tomorrow, we are going back to mainland Kashmir to visit some beautiful Mughal monuments and in two days will wrap up our vacation. Four seats have been reserved for us. We’ll be back in Srinagar at nine-thirty in the morning tomorrow. It is a very short flight.” Kanwar and Hermanjit were a little tired, so the 51 squadron air force driver came to the base to give them a ride for their sightseeing. They had breakfast in the army canteen, freshened up a little bit, and were ready for their next adventure. The driver had enough knowledge about the place to take over the historical lessons. 60

“It was during the rule of Emperor Akbar that the district got the striking mosques and gardens that it now proudly boasts of. The Sikhs, under the rule of Maharaja Ranjit Singh in the year 1819, overthrew the last one of the Muslim rulers of Srinagar. With time, the rule of the Sikhs ended, and the Dogras gained the control of Kashmir from the British under the Treaty of Amritsar. After India became independent in the year 1947, the state of Jammu and Kashmir became a part of the Indian Union, with Srinagar as its capital. Since then, Srinagar has been a prominent destination on the tourist map of India.The district of Srinagar is situated on both sides of the Jhelum River, making its locales beautiful. The major attractions of Srinagar travel include Dal Lake and Nagina Lake. Most of the houseboats (Shikaras) in Kashmir will be seen in these lakes only. The Mughal Gardens set up by various rulers of the Mughal dynasty further enhance the beauty of Srinagar.” “Now we are in Shalimar Garden, and after this, we will go to Gulmarg and Sonamarg,” “I would appreciate it if you could give us some knowledge about these places,” Ragni said, holding Kanwar’s arm and looking at the driver. “Emperor Jehangir got the Shalimar Garden built for his wife Nur Jahan in 1616. A second garden, Faiz Baksh (The Bountiful), was added to it later, during the reign of Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan 1628-1658. Covering an area of approximately five hundred and thirty nine by one hundred and eight two meters, the Shalimar garden offers an amazing view over the other gardens, lakes, and shallow terraces. Also known as the garden of love, the Shalimar Mughal Gardens has four terraces, rising one above the other. The fourth terrace of the garden was, at one point in time, reserved for royal women. There is also a canal lined with polished stones running through the center of the Shalimar Bagh. The canal is responsible for supplying water to the garden from Harwan.” “The top terrace of the Shalimar garden is reserved for the Mughal Emperor and the royal women of the court. In fact, the top terrace was the most wonderful one out of all the terraces. The terrace has a tank with a 61

black stone pavilion in its middle. Fluted pillars made up of black marble support the pavilion, which once served as a banquet hall. Other attractions of the Shalimar Bagh of Kashmir include a number of fountains, shaded trees, and innumerable varieties of flowers that blossom in spring and autumn. Last but not least, a light and sound show is organized in the garden every evening, from May through October, and it is simply superb.” After visiting the Shalimar, they visited Gulmarg. “Gulmarg,” their driver/tour guide continued, “is one of the most splendid hill resorts in the country, falling in the Baramulla District of Kashmir. Initially, Gulmarg of Kashmir used to be known by the name of Gaurimarg by the shepherds pasturing their herds. However, the present name of this hill resort dates back to the sixteenth century. Sultan Yusuf Shah, impressed with the stunning spectacle of the grassy hills adorned with colorful flowers, gave the name of Gulmarg to this beautiful hill station. Gulmarg hill station also served as the preferred rendezvous of the Mughal Emperor Jehangir. It is said that the emperor once collected twenty-onedifferent varieties of flowers from here.” “Now we are in the Gulmarg hill resort, which boasts of the highest golf course in the world. Situated at a height of two thousand, six hundred and fifty meters, Gulmarg golf course is one of the major attractions of the awesome hill station. Along with that, Gulmarg is also quite famous as a skiing destination in winters. The drive to Gulmarg is as beautiful as the hill station itself. Alongside the road, the scenery changes from a boulevard of poplars to the smooth vastness of rice fields sprinkled with some pleasing villages. The fir-covered hills characterize the ascent to Gulmarg, Kashmir. There is also a spot on the way to Gulmarg, known as View Point, where tourists often stop to admire the breathtaking sight of the snow-capped mountains.” “The drive to Gulmarg is filled with a number of colors, changing with the seasons. From the translucent green of spring to summer’s rich emerald to autumn’s golden hues, the scenery has something to offer in every season. The Meadow of Flowers counts amongst some of the best tourist spots in 62

the world. Gulmarg tourism is famous not only for its awe-inspiring beauty but for a number of other attractions also. You can also take a gondola ride (cable car ride) up to Kongdori to enjoy the magnificent sights of the meadow from the top. Also popular is a trek to Alpather Lake, approximately thirteen kilometers from Gulmarg. With the encircling forests of tall conifers, Gulmarg assumes an unparalleled beauty. The hill resort of Gulmarg is rated as one of the unrivaled tourist spots in the world. You can also visit the famous shrine of Baba Reshi, a Muslim saint. Sonamarg, also known as the Golden Meadow, is situated at a height of two thousand, seven hundred and forty meters. The drive to this beautiful meadow is also as spectacular as the place itself. Driving through the Sindhu valley, you get to see another aspect of Kashmir. Encircled by snow-covered mountains, Sonamarg is a place of enchanting beauty. Surrounded by dense forests, full of sycamore and alpine flowers, silver birch, fir, and pine, the meadow presents a captivating sight. The charm of Sonamarg hill station is further enhanced with the snow-capped mountains as the backdrop and the Sindh River meandering through it.” “This is Nichnai Pass, near Sonamarg, and it offers a spectacular view of three lakes, Kishensar, Vishensar, and Gangabal. These rivers also consist of some of the famous trekking destinations from Sonamarg. Then, there is the Zojila Pass, twenty kilometers east of Sonamarg, standing at a height of three thousand five hundred and forty meters and leading into the Ladakh Plateau. Sonamarg hill station, also known as the Gateway to Ladakh, is the take-off station for the drive to Ladakh. A major attraction of Sonamarg is the Thajiwas range. Covered with pine, fir, and birch trees, the range provides a number of sites for camping. A number of waterfalls and the fascinating Thajiwas Glacier are other attractions of this range.” Everybody was stunned into silence as they took in the scenery around them. “Sonamarg serves as another base for undertaking the holy journey of the Amarnath cave. The Yatra is organized every year during the month of July to August. In Sonamarg, you will get to try many adventurous sports as well.” 63

“Thanks for explaining all of this to us. It was a wonderful experience to see the beauty of nature all around us, “Ragni said, holding Kanwar’s hand. Ragni and Anita were sitting in the hotel lobby in Srinagar surrounded by the silver-colored mountains and waiting for their boyfriends to come for dinner. “Anita Kaur Katoch, how do you like your nch hu? What about Anita Kaur Katoch-Singh?” “I love it. Thank you, Ragni, for introducing me to my true love.” “What is the story behind Kaur; you are Rajput,” Ragni said, digging for information on her roots. “Kaur is the name given to us by Baba Banda Singh Bahadur, and that’s why we are Sikh. Our heritage line from Sansarpur Kangra is very loyal to Maharaja Ranjit Singh. We have the same warrior blood as you have. It was my dream to have a Sikh warrior boyfriend. I am so happy. I was so shy before; now I am a different person”. Five feet, six-inch tall, Anita, with her cylindrical neck and majestic features, stood up and hugged Ragni. “I am so happy for you,” Ragni said with tears in her eyes. Ragni was sitting in her bedroom in her father’s government bungalow. The sun was setting, and golden rays were coming through the window. She was in deep thought about her trip to Kashmir. It was so relaxing and peace- ful to see her love on such a beautiful trip. Rajinder was convinced that Ragni’s parents would love to marry their daughter to Kanwar. She thought it was important to give them a brief know- ledge of Sham Kaur, Kanwar’s mother. One day in the mid-afternoon, she went to visit her. Sham Kaur was spinning the cotton wheel in the courtyard. “Please, come in,” the maid said and opened the door for Rajinder. Sham Kaur stood up and gave Rajinder a hug. 64

“Thanks for visiting me,” she said and offered a chair to Rajinder while instructing the maid to serve tea and sweets. “Well. what brings you here today?” Sham Kaur said, sipping from her cup of tea and putting a piece of pastry in her mouth. “Chachi Ji (aunt), a few months in the past, I told you Kanwar, and my Niece Ragni, loved each other when they were children, and they still love each other now that they are grown up. I have been watching them for a long time. It is my responsibility to make the parents aware from both sides.” “I am glad you brought this to my acknowledgment a second time, but the important thing is if they love each other. I am happy to bring Ragni into my home. It is beyond my expectations; she is so sweet and beautiful. I will be blessed to have her as a daughter-in-law. Even though I lost my son, I still think a lot about Moheeni. She is such a beautiful and intelligent girl. I feel such pain as both a mother and mother-in-law.” There were tears in her eyes as she missed her son Jaswant. “I think they plan to visit you sometime soon to meet you and talk about this relationship,” Rajinder said. “They are most welcome; in the meantime, I will let Kanwar know as well,” Sham Kaur replied. DGP Mohinder Partap Singh, Sukhbans Kaur (Sukhi), Rajinder Kaur, and Shamsher Singh were all welcomed by Sham Kaur and escorted into the living room. She was greeting the highest-ranking police officer of the state of Punjab. DGP M.P. did not want to talk about the murder investigation for Jaswant with Sham Kaur at this event, but after seeing her sad face, he couldn’t stop himself, “I am so sorry; my department is still investigating. It is hard to find the killer of Jaswant. This is a gang murder. After hard instruction to the local police, they still couldn’t track the murderer.” It was painful for Sham Kaur to hear this news. 65

“They do not have any trace in Punjab, they are mostly out of state, and even their roots are out of the country also. I also feel, on the basis of the investigation, that it is somebody’s personal revenge, and unfortunately, Jaswant became an innocent victim, but the investigation is still in full swing, and hopefully, we will dig it out.” His information eased Sham Kaur a bit, who was sitting on the opposite sofa near Sukhbans Kaur and Rajinder. Sham Kaur’s five feet, eight-inch body looked older but strong. She had faced the death of her husband earlier, during the civil war, and now that of her oldest son. “Sometimes the investigation gets more difficult due to the corrupt police officers and dirty politicians. As soon as the British people left this country, corruption became very commonplace. I get a lot of phone calls from politi- cians in Delhi and death threats from the crime syndicate. Life is tough for an honest officer like me; it is very difficult to keep to our responsibilities and duties to protect the country. In order to do my job, I have to protect myself. That is why I have very strong security.” There were six Jeeps from the police force with heavy machine guns and commandos standing outside the house. Kanwar’s mother had a big house—a two-story brick and concrete structure. A long driveway was attached, which linked to the road. She also had a steel gate with spikes that stood more than six feet tall to protect their property. The house was located in the center of an orchid garden mixed with different fruit trees. Behind the house, there was a shed where a few cattle were resting in the garden. There were a few horses and german shepherds running inside the fenced-in area. Both farm workers, Bissa and Amlee, had washed and wore clean clothes to help the maid with the hospitality for the new guests. Snacks and tea were brought to the table. “Thank you for your hospitality, and I appreciate you accepting my only daughter,” Sukhbans Kaur said to Kanwar’s mother “I am so grateful to God to have your daughter’s beautiful soul in this house. I cannot express my happiness in words. Thank you.” 66

“Chachi Ji, this is a small formality,” Rajinder said and pulled a box from her bag and opened it. “Here is a gold chain and earrings set for you and a bracelet for Kanwar with fifty, one hundred rupees, and one hundred rupees for each farm worker and your maid.” Rajinder handed the box to Sham Kaur. She shook her head, “No, it is too much,” she insisted. “This is a small traditional formality; please accept it,” Shamsher said, trying to help his wife. “God has given us everything we need, and the long life of my son and future daughter-in-law is all I ask. That is what I need.” Rajinder didn’t want to insist that she take the box, so she put it aside. “Thank you, Sukhbans,” she said and hugged Sham Kaur. As soon as Mohinder Partap Singh became the DGP (director general of police), the Government of Punjab transferred him to the capital city, Chandigarh, with a heavy police force for his own security. His house was much bigger than before, and surveillance cameras were everywhere. Coincidentally, four weeks later, the air force command transferred Kanwar to the air force base in Chandigarh to recruit the pilots to fly MIG-21s due to the growing tension with Pakistan. During the weekend break, Ragni went to her father’s new house in Chandigarh. She washed up and put her nightgown on after having a light dinner; she retired to the living room to watch TV. After just a few minutes, she went to her bedroom. She wasn’t sleepy, even after all of the traveling she had done, so she lay on her bed with her eyes closed and meditated. At first, it was dark in her inner universe, but as she relaxed, her thoughts floated higher as if she were leaving her body far behind. The dark, evening sky became punctuated with stars, glistening brightly, and as she rose higher still, the stars burned brighter until she was soon in a place of great 67

shining light, golden and warm. She no longer had a body in this new world but could see all things in every direction. The soft whistle of the wind permeated her being and carried her further into the brilliant world of light. As she perceived outward into this universe of consciousness, she visualized Kanwar. He was near her, trying to get closer to her. The love she felt for him was able to draw him in closer until she could reach out to him, so he was with her. When he reached her, he was no longer in a bodily form but was also a single viewpoint like she was. Then she felt his loving, warm embrace, and she slowly floated back to the conscious world and was once again resting on her bed. Gathering her senses, she opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling. This world of physical reality seemed cold, harsh, and forbidding compared to the soft, golden world of light where she had just been. She yearned to return to the gentler world. It was a little difficult to move at first, but with some effort, she was able to peel herself off of the bed and move to the window. She became aware of the fact that she was no longer a free-floating view- point but was now encumbered with an extremely limited clay shell with warm fluid called blood running through it. Her nightgown billowed around her as she opened the balcony window to let in the breeze. With the full moon lighting the night sky, she caught a glimpse of a figure stirring in the bushes outside the gate. Alarmed, her heart remained calm. Instead of reacting with fear, she waited to see who it was. She could see a pair of hands appear over the top of the wall, then a head and the rest of the body as the figure pulled him- self over the wall. As the dark figure jumped over the top of the ten-foot wall, she caught a glimpse of a uniform and a turban. It was Kanwar. “Psst! Kanwar!” she whispered to him as he looked around, trying to figure out what to do next. Startled, he looked up to see Ragni, her white nightgown and dark hair flowing around her. Scaling the trellis up to the balcony, she offered him a hand. He stepped over the wooden railing, and they met in a warm embrace, and she knew this was the continuation of the dreamy experience she had while lying on the bed. 68

“I’m so glad you’re here now—I knew you were coming, but why did you come through the back knowing that security is very tight,” she said She nuzzled his neck and smelled the fresh night air on his clothes. “How did you know I was coming home tonight? “I don’t know. I was missing you badly; it was a wild guess,” he com- mented, holding her tight. “Come on in, and I’ll tell you. We’re alone in the house tonight except for our servant, Shanti. Mother and Father won’t be back until tomorrow morning,” she said, leading him into her room. “I knew you were coming, that’s why I came to the balcony and was waiting for you to hold your hand out, so I could pull you in.” His back was propped up against the headboard as Ragni curled up next to him with her head resting on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and listened while she related the strange experience she had just had. When she finished, Kanwar didn’t know what to say. He just stared straight ahead into the darkness of her room and wondered. There were so many things about her he couldn’t explain. After they sat in the dark silence for a few minutes, Ragni looked up at him and said, “Just before I left school this afternoon to come home, I received a message from Shanti Cook telling me that my mother and father have gone to Bhatian to speak with your mother about arranging our marriage!” Hugging her tightly, he laughed and kissed her cheek. “It won’t be long before we don’t have to sneak around anymore! After all these years, we will finally be together.” Rocking in his arms, she rested her head against his chest and listened to the gentle beat of his heart. “How did you enter into the house area when security is so tight?” Ragni said. 69

“I went to the gate, they took my ID card, and they checked inside. I think they were looking to see if I was on the meeting list. A few minutes later, a police inspector came in and said, “Thank you, sir, you can go in.” “My dad might have your name on the meeting list because you are his future son-in-law,” she said, smiling at him. “But why is the security so tight?” Kanwar asked. “The crime syndicate in India as well as on the border of Pakistan do not like my father very much. My father is a very intelligent DGP in the Indian police force. Most of the drug dealers and gun smugglers are in the federal jail in Delhi. Every other day there is a death threat for my father. They have gone to your village today with a heavy police force. The federal government gave him a special force to protect him.” “Ragni, I told my boss that I would come back within two hours.” He hugged her “I appreciate that you were here; I love you.” They were kissing each other as they walked downstairs. He sat down in the army Jeep. A couple of police officers with AK47s on their shoulders were watching him as he left the security area. After saying goodbye to Sham Kaur, they ended up at Shamsher’s house. Rajinder and Sukhbans were in the outer room while the maid was cooking their food. The roasted chicken came to the dining table. Pouring a glass of whisky, Shamsher handed the glass over to Mohinder. “So tell me, how is politics in the village these days?” Mohinder asked. “Dirty; the same old thing as usual,” Shamsher said, only half-joking. As sarpanch (mayor), I’ve been trying to curb the violence and all, but it’s always an uphill battle. Every year seems to get a little worse. The only ones 70

making out good lately have been the police and horse wagons to transport the criminals to the police station, and they carry the relatives or friends to bail them out too. They drink country liquor and fight for no reason. It’s silly, and I keep telling them this and trying to get them to settle their differences out of court, but it doesn’t do any good. Finally, the police intervene, and they carry their feud to court. They lose all their money in court expenses, and then they sell their farms to carry on the fight. When both sides are out of money, and they’ve nothing left to fight with, they make up. I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to get feuding parties to make up before it goes to court, but do you think they listen? I keep telling them to get smart and skip the steps where they lose all their money and property, but I’ve come to the conclusion that men around here must become desperate and broke before they become humble and agreeable,” he said, shaking his head. It wasn’t always like this. When the British were still here, there was no domestic violence at all. Once they left, the whole system collapsed into a cesspool of greed and corruption. “Why is Jaswant’s murder such a mystery?” Sukhi asked Rajinder. “Maybe Bir Ji has a better explanation than before,” she said, pointing to her husband. “People in the village—they are thinking about Dilawar as a major suspect, but I don’t believe it. But why did he disappear from the face of the earth?” Rajinder said . When Sukhi and Rajinder brought snacks into the living room, Sukhi asked her husband, “What about it, Sahib? We were talking about all the violence. You’re in a position to do something about it.” “Well, we’re doing our best, but the police can only do so much. These problems you’re talking about go much deeper than the surface. Violence is just an effect of what’s lying at the base of our society. There aren’t enough jobs to go around, and the public school system is not what it should be. There just aren’t enough opportunities for growth and prosperity. So what’s left for these people to do but to find an outlet for their frustration? Fighting is the only thing they 71

can do that reminds them that they’re alive. A UN report said the global drug trade generated an estimated two hundred and eighty point two billion dollars, US. With a world GDP of thirty-two trillion dollars, US. The Illegal drug trade may be estimated as slightly less than one percent of the total global commerce. Consumption of illegal drugs is widespread globally and destroying the youth of the world. I committed myself to at least clean the state of Punjab,” Mohinder said. “It’s not just the youths’ fault either—parents and the system share the blame. High school kids are taking the drugs, wasting their youth. Farm workers on the farms are all hooked on morphine, and if it was taken away, they’d just find something else to do in their lives,” Rajinder said. “It’s all going to take time. The army is providing some way for the young men to make a living, but the other things are going to take time. Remember, we’ve only been free since 1947. Five hundred years—we have lived under the rules of others, always telling us how to live and what to do and giving us handouts. We have to learn how to be responsible for ourselves. Freedom means responsibility and the acceptance of it. It has to be earned. Freedom cannot be given to us like a commodity from an outside source; otherwise, it’s not freedom!” Mohinder said, impassioned. “Two whisky and sodas, please,” Kanwar said to the orderly in the Officer’s Club at the airbase in Chandigarh. “I’m telling you, Hermanjit, there are so many things about Ragni that I just can’t explain. I’m not familiar with all these things. You’ve read a lot about that kind of stuff, what do you think?” he asked. The orderly returned with a tray, and they picked up their glasses. “There are a lot of mysteries in life—things that just can’t be explained with logic. I’ve read a number of theories on how these people do these things, but from what I can gather, there is one underlying power that runs all of it, and 72

but from what I can gather, there is one underlying power that runs all of it, and that is love. There is force and violence, but those are only temporal. Love is the only thing that lasts in the long run and is the only thing that truly creates the kind of miracles worth having,” Hermanjit said, taking a bite out of one of the cookies. Putting his drink down after sipping it, Kanwar said, “Yes, that makes sense. Let me tell you about something that just happened last night. I was supposed to meet Ragni at her house this morning, but for some reason, I just decided to go over to her house late last night. I was able to go in her house even though the security was tight at her parent’s. Just as I knocked on the door, she told me she was already waiting for me and that she knew I was on the way to see her, isn’t that surprising?” Hermanjit nodded, “I’ve read about things like that happening between two people who are deeply in love. Their love is so strong; it is able to overcome all obstacles, all distances, and they are able to communicate with each other no matter how far apart they are.” “I don’t think I really knew what love was before I met Ragni, and sometimes I wonder if I know what it is now,” Kanwar said. “I think it has something to do with understanding another person so well that you both know what’s going on inside each other without having to ask. Then, when you know what the other person wants, you give it to them because you want them to be happy. That’s love,” Hermanjit said, tipping his head back to drain his drink. “I guess when people fight, it’s because they stop wanting to understand each other,” Kanwar said. “Yes, and they also don’t care if they’re making the other person happy. They’re too busy just trying to make themselves happy and taking instead of giving,” Hermanjit added. “I guess in a way, that’s what all this trouble with Pakistan is about,” Kanwar said. “Think we’ll have to go to war?” 73

“It sure looks like it. Maybe not right away, but things aren’t looking so good,” Hermanjit said. The troubles between India and Pakistan had been brewing for years. To get to the root of the cause, one had to go back to the days of the Muslim invasion. Essentially, Pakistanis and Indians were of the same people. When the Muslims conquered and occupied India, many Indians were forced to convert to Islam. As the years passed, the two religions, Hindus and Muslims, clustered in different localities. As East and West Pakistan formed, it became a nation of Muslims, sandwiching a thousand miles of India between its two parts. East Pakistan had much greater numbers and had a huge hemp industry. West Pakistan, though less populous, had all the prime farmland and political power. There were constant power struggles between the two Pakistans, and in the midst of all the infighting, both Pakistans were constantly quarreling with India. One of the main sources of contention between India and the Pakistanis was the ownership of Kashmir, the jewel of the world. When India gained independence in 1947, the mountainous northern part was given to Pakistan, while India kept the fertile and most beautiful southern part. Pakistan was always laying claim to Kashmir because ninety-nine percent of its people were Muslim. India claimed it as their own, stating that all Muslims in India were really originally Hindus and also that Kashmir was a natural part of India. Whenever there were elections in Pakistan, the West, even though they were outnumbered by the East, would ensure they retained power by stuffing the ballot boxes, thus effectively keeping the East under their thumbs and exploiting them, making that part of the country even more poverty-stricken. West Pakistan also retained a hold on the East because they had warships and soldiers stationed there able to fight India on two fronts instead of just one. It seemed just a matter of time before a major outbreak of aggression would occur. “If war eventually does break out, I think squadron 51 will take care of both Eastern and Western front.” Hermanjit said to Kanwar. 74

“I guess that’s what they’re training us for,” Kanwar said, swallowing his second drink absent-mindedly. “Do you ever think of having to face another man in combat or the possibility of getting shot down?” Hermanjit asked. “I’m not so worried about getting shot down myself. I believe if you do the best you can to survive, and it’s in the cards, you will. If it’s your turn to go, then there isn’t anything you can do to prevent it, so you may as well just accept it. Being afraid isn’t going to help things one way or the other. If anything, it’ll just make you tense, and you’ll end up getting hurt because you were afraid. No, I’m not afraid of dying.” “I do think of having to shoot down men I don’t even know, though. While we were training, we were just shooting at targets, and I never thought of them as being men—men like you and me, with mothers and girl- friends waiting for them to come back to their warm embraces. I just thought of them as things that weren’t even alive. In practice, it was all like a game. It was fun, and if we lost while we were flying, no one died or got hurt. We all met in the Officer’s Club afterward and had a drink together and talked about how great it all was. But if we have to go to war, we’re going to be facing men just like you and me. If someone gets shot down, we’re not going to be able to meet afterward in the club and joke about it later. And it’s the same for the men on the other side. They’re not any different than us; they have feelings and blood running through their veins just like we do. It would be different if they did something to me specifically, like Jaswant’s killer. Then I would have a reason to shoot them. But the men we’ll be facing, I won’t even know. I’ll probably never even see their faces, but if I shoot them, I’ll be hurting them just the same,” Kanwar said thoughtfully. 75

CHAPTER 6 O“ ne more picture,” Shamsher said, aiming the camera at the group. The guests of honor, Kanwar and Ragni, stood in the center, arm in arm, while everyone smiled for the camera. The maid brought out a tray of sweets while waiters were pouring the drinks to the guests. All of Ragni’s and Kanwar’s relatives were gathered in her parents’ home. Kanwar approached Hermanjit and Anita and asked, “Well, this is our engagement party. Are you planning to announce yours anytime soon? ” Hermanjit just rocked on his heels and grinned at the ceiling while Anita looked at the ground and blushed. “Aunt, I thank you for all you’ve done in helping Kanwar and me get together. It’s been so many years!” Ragni said to Rajinder. Kissing her on the forehead, her aunt replied, “I’m glad I could be of assistance. You two have been in love for so long; I’m just happy you’re finally able to be together! ” Taking Ragni aside, Kanwar asked, “Do you think now would be a good time to ask your parents if it would be okay for you to come with me to Germany for the hockey tournament?” “Well, now that things are official, it wouldn’t hurt to try,” Ragni said, holding on to his arm. 76

They waited until DGP Mr. Singh had broken away from the group of men he was talking to before approaching him. “Papa, in a week, the Olympic team Kanwar and Hermanjit are playing on is going to West Germany for a series of exhibition hockey matches. Now that we are officially engaged, we were wondering if you would allow us to go over there together. He would be staying with the team, and perhaps Anita and I could share a room together.” “I suppose that it would be okay, now that you are engaged. How long will you be gone?” Mohinder asked Kanwar. “We will arrive two days early to get settled and practice, and then there will be five days of matches. We will leave two days later, coming back after ten days.” “That sounds fine to me. Have Anita’s parents agreed as well? ” he asked. “We haven’t asked yet, but, papa, can you approach Anita’s parents to ask them to allow her to accompany me?” “Ragni, my daughter, you are a smart girl. You want to use your papa’s influence to convince Anita’s father; at least I can do that much,” he said, smiling.’’ “Very well, dial the telephone number of Anita’s father, forwarding the slip to his assistance.” “Sir, Colonel Anand is on the line,” assistance replied. “Colonel Anand, good afternoon; how is your life?’’ “DGP Sahib life is busy. When an Indian reconnaissance party discovered a completed Chinese road running through the Aksai Chin region of the Ladakh District of Jammu and Kashmir, there were border clashes. Relations with China worsened. Chinese-Pakistani relations improved, and Chinese- Soviet relations worsened. An all-weather road was built across territory 77

claimed by India, linking China’s Xinjiang Uygur Autonomous Region with Pakistan; There are human rights problems in East Pakistan, Prime Minister Mrs. Indra Gandhi is taking it very seriously. The Government of India has sent all the crimes committed by West Pakistan to the United Nations as well as to the world power; no response is coming.” “Busy with trying to control the drugs, and arms smuggling is a big problem on the border of Pakistan. At least two hundred are in the federal prison in Delhi. Every other day a lot of threats are coming to judges as well as to me. The police department is wasting a lot of time with witnesses from different courts in Punjab all the way to Bombay. The crime syndicate is growing powerful, making our jobs very difficult. Due to budget problems, we do not have that kind of technology available as these gangsters do; however, if I am able to stay on the job, I will clean the warehouse.” “I read the daily news; Mr. Singh is everywhere; I feel proud of you.” “Thank you, well I am going to change the subject if you don’t mind? I called to ask your permission for Anita to accompany our daughter to go to West Germany to visit for one week.” “As long as they are together, it is a good idea to visit and get some experience. It is fine with us under your security.” “Thanks, Colonel Anand. I am getting ready to go into a meeting; I will talk to you soon.” Ragni and Anita were able to book seats on the same flight from Delhi to Frankfurt as the hockey team, and once they were in the air, the coach was lenient in allowing them to sit together during the long flight. “I can be flexible with some of the rules while we’re playing the matches, but there are some that all the players must obey. We’ll have definite practice and daytime dining hours and a curfew. During these times, Kanwar will 78

have to adhere to these rules and stick with the team. Each afternoon after the matches, there will be plenty of free time for the players where you two can be together, but these hours must be strictly followed! ” “I understand, coach,” Kanwar said. Ragni pouted a bit after he left to tell Hermanjit and Anita the same thing, but Kanwar tried to cheer her up. “I guess there will be no sneaking into each other’s rooms during this trip, but no matter, after you graduate next year, we’ll be able to be together for the rest of our lives,” he said. As they all arrived at the hotel in Frankfurt from an airport bus, Anita and Ragni checked into their rooms while the team moved into their own block of rooms. While waiting in line, Kanwar recognized some of the players from the Malaysian team relaxing in the lobby and went to talk to some of them. “You’re the forward. I saw you play in the Olympic Games. Aren’t you? I was able to watch the games on television,” Kanwar asked one of the players relaxing in the common area. “Yes, I played in those games. Are you here for the world cup matches as well?” the Malaysian player said. “May I ask your name?” “My name is Preet Mohinder Singh. I am from Kaualampur. My fore- father migrated from Punjab, District Hoshiarpur during the British ruling of India.” “Interesting, by the way, I am also from the Hoshiarpur district. My name is Kanwar Singh.” They shook hands again. “Excellent!” What is the plan for the day?” “I’m not sure, coach put a curfew on going to any club or entertainment place during the games. We just arrived a few minutes ago. This is my first tournament overseas with the Indian team. Have you seen the stadium yet?” Kanwar asked. 79

“Yes, we got in this morning and went over there for a light workout already. The other teams have gotten in as well. The Pakistanis arrived last night, and the Kenyans arrived very early this morning, about the same time we did,” the Malaysian star said. “I haven’t seen the team from the Netherlands yet. They may be staying in another hotel. Our first match is with them.” “Well, it looks like I have to get going. Good luck to you, see you in the stadium,” Kanwar said, shaking hands with him as he left to join his teammates. The hockey team gathered after getting settled in their rooms to go to the stadium, walk the grounds, and get a feel for the playing surface. Anita and Ragni decided to look around Frankfurt a little bit and to do some sightseeing. The girls decided to rent a car from the cab company located on the first floor of the hotel lobby. “It’s been so long since I’ve actually driven. I hope I don’t get us into an accident,” Ragni said as they approached the desk. “We would like to rent a car, please. A compact is fine,” she requested After filling out the forms and getting maps to the city, Ragni asked, “You don’t have any chauffeurs to go with the cars as well, by any chance, do you?” The agent at the counter smiled and said in broken English, “No, for that, you would have to go elsewhere. We only rent cars here.” Anita giggled and poked Ragni in the side and whispered in Punjabi, “Ragni! This is not India, you know.” Once they got their rental car and reviewed the map, they drove around town looking for something to eat. They pulled into a small restaurant that served typical German food. Noting their Indian dresses, the waiter asked them in broken English, “May I help you?” 80

“I will have this—item number four, please,” Ragni said, pointing to a description of something she didn’t completely understand. Anita pointed to an item and asked what it meant in English. “It is wurst, a kind of sausage,” he said. Crinkling her nose, she pointed to another item and settled for that. As the waiter nodded and took the menus away, Ragni thanked him in German, “danke schoen.” The waiter smiled and nodded again, “bitte schon,” and left to give their orders to the cook. “I didn’t know you could speak German,” Anita said, impressed. “Oh, don’t be silly, Anita. It was just one word,” Ragni said. Then growing a little thoughtful, she added, “But you know, while we were waiting to check into the restaurant just now, as the waiter was giving our order to the chef, I could understand what they were all saying. I mean, I couldn’t get all the words, but I understood the gist of what they were saying to each other, even though I’ve never taken German classes.” As the food arrived, Ragni ate heartily, while Anita just picked at it with her fork. “I don’t know how you can eat this stuff. I think it’s awful!” Anita said, making a face at her sauerkraut and schnitzel. “I must be hungry from the long plane ride, but to me, it tastes wonderful. Like it’s one of my favorite foods, but I’m sure I’ve never had this before,” Ragni said as she polished off the last of her meal. After eating, they went for a drive through the city. Anita was sitting next to her in the front seat. “It’s so different from India, yet somehow I feel at home here,” Ragni told Anita as they drove through the streets. “I’m not so crazy about the newer buildings that replaced the ones that were bombed out in the war. They’re okay, I guess, but what I really like are these older houses—they’re so quaint.” 81

That night, after the hockey team held a light practice, the four of them went out for dinner. Kanwar drove the rented car while Ragni navigated with the maps of the city. “I know of a place we can go. Anita and I were there this afternoon. There are lots of shops and restaurants,” Ragni said, guiding Kanwar through the traffic. “You girls must have done a lot of sightseeing while we practiced. You seem to know your way around pretty well,” Hermanjit said from the back seat where he was sitting with Anita. Ragni just smiled, while Anita looked strangely at her and thought, We didn’t go to that many places that Ragni could know this foreign city as well as she does. There is something funny about Ragni being here. She seems to know her way about so well; it’s almost as if she was here at another time. They found one area of town where there were many restaurants and tourist shops and decided to park the car and find a place to eat. Choosing one place that was fairly crowded, they decided the food must be good if there were that many people eating there. As the menu was in German, they had to ask the waiter what each item meant. When Kanwar pointed out one selection, the waiter said, “Just one moment.” And turning to the kitchen area, he said something in German. “He asked if they had any left,” Ragni said absent-mindedly as she read the menu. “How do you know?” Anita asked. Surprised, Ragni looked up from the menu and said, “I don’t know, I just heard him ask the chef if they had any left, and the chef said yes. What’s the big deal?” she asked. “The big deal is that he asked in German!” Anita said. 82

Stumbling for an explanation that she didn’t have, Ragni shrugged her shoulders and said, “Well, it wasn’t that hard to figure out what he was saying. You know I can’t speak German, but it’s not that different from English. It was just common sense, just an educated guess. I mean, I didn’t understand any of the words he said; I just knew that’s what he was saying.” “Yes, what’s the big deal, Anita?” Hermanjit joked. “Anyone could have guessed that’s what he was saying.” Anita remained silent but cast a curious glance at Ragni. After eating and doing some window-shopping, they returned to the hotel. Saying their goodnights early so Kanwar and Hermanjit would be in their rooms by curfew, the girls went back to their rooms. “I don’t know what it is, Ragni, but I’ve never seen you like this before. You seem so happy here, so much at home. And at those restaurants—you understood what those waiters were saying. Are you sure you’ve never been here or taken German in school before?” Anita asked suspiciously as she was lying on her bed. “Anita, except for that one year I attended Khalsa College, you’ve been my roommate since Sanawar School. Since you’ve known me, have I ever taken a single German class? I can assure you I didn’t have anything to do with German that one year in Khalsa College, nor have I ever been here before,” Ragni said. “You sure seem to know your way around here. It just seems strange to me, that’s all,” Anita said. “It is rather odd. I do feel an affinity for this country. Maybe it’s because I read about it in history,” Ragni said pensively. “I don’t know why I feel so comfortable.” “Well, let’s get some sleep. We had a long day, and I have jet lag,” Anita said, turning off the light. 83

The next day, Kanwar and Hermanjit had to attend daylong practices in preparation for the matches that were starting the following day. Anita and Ragni decided to drive to another city for the day. “Shall we go to Bavaria? It’s the state capital is Munich, or do you want to go somewhere else?” Anita asked Ragni the next day at breakfast. “Bavaria would be nice. I’ve heard the forests are really beautiful there, but something is telling me a drive in the south might be nice too,” she answered. She rattled off a description of Bavaria from memory: “Bavaria, Germany’s largest state, lies in the southeast corner of the country and is bordered by Austria and the Czech Republic. One of Germany’s most popular tourist destinations, Bavaria is filled with attractions and offers some of the country’s most beautiful scenery, including spectacular mountain peaks, rolling hills, and lovely lakes. The Danube winds scenically through its center. Some of the most beautiful towns in Germany are in Bavaria, and the entire area is steeped in history. Although Bavaria is one of the most traditional parts of Germany and is filled with romantic castles, grand imperial palaces, and endearing old-world customs, you’ll find a lot more variety among its attractions, including a lively contemporary art scene, cutting-edge architecture and design, and state-of-the-art interactive museums. You could easily spend an entire vacation here. Find the best things to see and do.” “How do you know the geographical nature of Bavaria; did you read it before,” Anita said, looking at her. “No,” Ragni cut her off. “Anita, you have so many questions, and I don’t have the answers but going to Munich is pretty far. It may take us a good four or five hours to get there. How about going south, maybe to Heidelberg? It’s less than a two-hour drive?” Ragni asked. “Heidelberg, yes, that sounds like it might be a nice drive,” Anita answered. “Let’s go,” Ragni said as if she were trying to remember something. 84

They arrived in Heidelberg a couple of hours later. Once in town, Ragni stopped the car and got out abruptly. “Why are we stopping here?” Anita asked. Taking in deep breaths and looking about the city and the river nearby, Ragni answered, “No reason, I just wanted to stop and get a breath of fresh air—to smell the city.” The entire city was as it had been for centuries, having been spared from the ravages of the war. Ragni looked about, then came back to the car and said, “Let’s park over there and go by the river.” Before she could say anything, Ragni had taken her purse out of the car and was headed down the street. “Well, at least wait for me,” Anita called after her. When Anita caught up with her, Ragni was walking briskly down the street to the riverfront. “What’s gotten into you?” Anita panted. “Come on; there’s a boat we can take for a ride. It looks like it’s about ready to leave, but if we hurry, we can make the trip.” Ragni grabbed Anita’s hand and dragged her to the boat dock. After paying for two tickets, they hopped on board just as it was ready to leave. “What’s the big deal about taking a boat ride? I’ve never seen you so anxious to do things before,” Anita said, slightly exasperated. But Ragni was oblivious to Anita and was busy looking around at all the sights. “Isn’t this wonderful, Anita?” she asked as the tourist boat puttered down the center of the Neckar River. “Look at all those quaint houses on the banks of the river—aren’t they beautiful?” Ragni asked. 85

“They’re okay, I guess,” Anita said, underwhelmed and more struck by Ragni’s enthusiasm. During the forty-five-minute cruise, Ragni’s eyes were glued to the sights, and she was totally unaware of anything Anita had to say while they were sailing down the dark waters. Slightly disgruntled and bored, Anita looked at the houses built along the river’s edge with their flower boxes on the windows and wooden porch decks. Suddenly, Ragni’s back stiffened as she saw something on one of the banks. “What is it, Ragni?” Anita asked, breaking the silence between them for the first time in a while. “I—I don’t know, there’s something about those houses over there,” she said with a faintly troubled look. For the rest of the trip, she continued to glance back to the same spot with a disturbed look on her face. Her enthusiasm dropped, and she remained quiet the rest of the ride. After the boat docked back at the landing, Anita looked at her watch and said, “Maybe we should get something to eat and then head back to Frankfurt. The boys will be through with their practice soon, and we could meet them.” “Yes, yes, that would be good,” Ragni agreed vacantly. Finding a small restaurant on the riverfront, Ragni continued to stare out at the river. “You’re not much fun all of a sudden,” Anita said sarcastically as Ragni ate her lunch mechanically. Trying to snap out of it, she apologized, “I’m sorry, Anita. I don’t know why I’m so quiet all of a sudden. I really like this town, but there’s some- thing about it that I can’t quite put my finger on.” “Well, maybe we ought to head back. I’ll drive if you want,” Anita offered. “No, I’m alright,” she said as they gathered their things to leave. 86

The rest of the drive back, Ragni was quiet, keeping her eyes straight ahead on the road. When they reached the hotel, the hockey team was just getting back. “Hi, girls! How was the sightseeing?” Hermanjit asked. “Oh, pretty good. We took a drive to Heidelberg and rode a boat down the river there. It was pretty nice. How was your practice? ” Anita answered. “Fine. We were all sort of tired from the jet lag, but we’ll be alright for the first match tomorrow. We play Kenya first,” Kanwar said. “What do you say we drop off some of our stuff and then go out for some dinner?” Hermanjit suggested. “Okay, meet here in twenty minutes,” Anita said. All during dinner, Ragni remained pensive. “What’s wrong, Ragni? Aren’t you having a good time?” Kanwar asked while they were waiting for dessert. “Oh, yes, I really love it here. I don’t know why I’m so quiet. I guess I’m just thinking about things, that’s all,” she answered. “You should have seen her in Heidelberg. She was running around like a rabbit. Then when she got on the boat ride down that river, she sobered up and has been quiet ever since. Are you sure you’re not seasick? ” Anita asked. Giving her a slightly dirty look, Ragni said, “I’m fine! Let’s talk about something else more interesting.” As they reached the hotel after dinner, Kanwar and Hermanjit said goodnight to the girls and dashed back to their room to make curfew. As they got ready for bed, Ragni stared out the window at the city lights. Sensing her 87

mood, Anita decided not to push her to find out if there was anything wrong and just left her alone. After she could hear Anita softly breathing, Ragni lay down on her bed and closed her eyes. In a few minutes, she was half-awake, thinking and dreaming of their ride on the river in Heidelberg. As the soft, hazy vision of the ride floated her deeper into the astral world, she saw herself hovering above a boat, but this time, it wasn’t the boat on the river in Heidelberg but a larger boat on a much larger body of water. The fuzziness of the dream world revealed sunny blue skies and a shore in the distance. On the front deck, two young women stood talking while the wind blew their hair around them. It was warm, but the strong currents of the choppy waters were chilly. As Ragni’s vision focused on these two women, she could hear what they were saying, but they weren’t aware of her presence—she was just an observer to the scene. The two women were young, perhaps eighteen or twenty. The taller one had bright red-orange hair, a milky white complexion, and rosy cheeks. Her large, dark brown eyes were deep and soft. The smaller girl had light blond hair, blue eyes, and was also fair. Both were comely and slender. They were wearing light summer dresses that flowed in the sea breeze. The smaller one turned to notice two tall young men walking on the deck toward them. “Don’t look now, Margaret, but those two good-looking gents we saw when we were boarding are coming our way. Pretend you’re looking at the shore,” she said. Hesitating, the two young men whispered to each other, deciding who was going to speak first and what to say. Seeming to come to an agreement on their battle plan, they took deep breaths and approached the two girls. 88

CHAPTER 7 G “ uten tag, Fräuleins,” Erwin said to the two girls. “Beg your pardon, Sir?” Effie replied. “Oh, please excuse me, my mistake. Are you going to the continent for a holiday?” Erwin asked in near-perfect English. Margaret and Effie turned to meet the two handsome young men on the ship’s front deck. In a glance, they took in each other’s features. The girls had noticed the men as they boarded the ship that was crossing the English Channel from London to Calais, France, and the taller one, Margaret, had caught the eye of the blond, Karl. Now that they had boldly tried to strike up a conversation, they were able to get a closer look. Karl was tall and solidly built. His firm jaw and high forehead belied a gentle nature within, and his deep blue eyes reflected strength, but at the same time, warmth. As his eyes met with Margaret’s, they both became slightly embarrassed, as if they were suddenly exposed, but at the same time, deeply touched and fascinated with each other. Erwin Spitzer, the other young man, was a little shorter than Karl and of a slighter build. His sandy blond hair was tousled in the wind, and he was sporting a thin mustache, of which he was quite proud, having just grown it over the summer. Quick-witted, he did most of the planning and talking for the two. 89

“Please allow me to introduce my friend and myself. This is Karl Mannheim, and my name is Erwin Spitzer,” he said, half bowing in a gentlemanly fashion. “Pleased to meet you, my name is Effie—Effie Black, and my friend here is Margaret Bolling. Were you gents in London for a visit?” she asked, smiling politely. “Yes, in a way,” Erwin replied. “I have just finished my schooling in Cambridge, and my friend, Karl, here was visiting me for the summer. Our parents have called us back, however. I don’t mean to cast a gloomy outlook on things, but it looks as if there may be war soon, and they wanted us back home. The year 1914 may prove to be an infamous one yet,” Erwin said. “Yes, it’s a shame people can’t get along. I don’t see any reasons that individuals can’t be friends just because their leaders are at odds with each other, do you?” Effie said spunkily. “Absolutely,” Erwin said enthusiastically. “Say, would you girls care to join Karl and me inside for a cup of tea? The wind is picking up rather strongly out here.” Effie looked at Margaret and pretended to fight the wind over her skirt. “I say, Margaret, that would be a smashing idea, don’t you think? It’s getting a bit tiresome fighting this sea wind, what do you say?” she said. Having a question directed at her caught her off guard, as she and Karl were locked in a gaze. Breaking away from their trance, she nodded, and the two couples went downstairs to the cafeteria area of the ship, Effie and Erwin and Margaret and Karl. “Effie and I were going to tour France, Switzerland, and finally Germany, where Effie is going to marry her fiancé. He is a doctor in Berlin. My parents, too, felt there might be war, and when I showed an interest in seeing the continent, they thought they’d let me go now with Effie before there was too 90

much trouble. Effie will be staying in Germany, but I would need to get back, which may prove inconvenient if a war were to break out while we’re there,” Margaret said to Karl, who was nodding silently as they walked down the ship’s stairs. “I don’t really understand very much about politics, but I’m still interested in the way people live in other countries,” she said. “Yes, I’m afraid I don’t follow politics very closely either,” Karl answered in broken English. “There is much political unrest in my country, though. It seems our Kaiser wishes war on France and Russia. Our economy is not doing well, and there are hopes this impending war will relieve our economic troubles, but I fear it will be bad for all involved. I say this even though my family is Prussian, and I am a military student,” he said with some mis- givings but also a hint of pride in his upbringing. The conversation continued in the cafeteria, where they got some tea and rolls and sat at one of the tables. “So, congratulations, Effie. I hear you are going to Berlin to marry a doctor,” Karl said sincerely. Immediately, Effie’s face dropped, and she glanced at Erwin, with whom she had been flirting. Erwin tried hiding his surprise but was put off nevertheless. Trying to maintain his cool, he said stiffly, “Oh, so you are getting married in Berlin. When will this happy occasion occur?” Shooting a dirty look at Margaret, who put her hand to her mouth, Effie answered, “We will be married next year about this time.” Karl was looking down, embarrassed that he had blundered so badly by revealing such a personal thing, spoiling Effie’s little games with Erwin. Both he and Margaret were looking down at their plates and glanced at each other at the same time. The sight of them both feeling sheepish made them start to giggle. 91

Effie, seeing this, dropped her seething mood and said aloud, “Well, the jig is up on me. I’m sorry, Erwin, but I hope this doesn’t mean we still can’t be friends for the duration of the boat ride. After all, these kinds of misunderstandings are how wars are started. Will you forgive me for leading you on?” And taking her white napkin, she began waving it as if she were waving a flag of truce. Margaret and Karl burst out laughing, and Erwin, seeing the good- natured harmlessness of it all, began to laugh too. Effie offered him her hand, and the two shook amicably. When the boat was pulling into one of the slips in Calais, the new friends said their goodbyes. Karl and Margaret stood off to the side alone. “Well, I guess this is where we part company. I guess you’ll be going back home to Germany, and Effie and I will be going south to Paris,” she said. Swallowing hard, Karl asked, “When you come to Germany, what cities will you visit?” “Oh, I suppose Munich. I would like to see the Black Forest and then perhaps Berlin.” “If you would like, I could show you around. If you come to Frankfurt first, my home town, Heidelberg, is not far. I could meet you in Frankfurt and show you around my country,” he offered. Beaming, Margaret agreed. “Here is my card. When you know when you will be arriving, send me a telegram or letter, and I will meet you at the train station in Berlin,” he said, hastily giving her one of his printed cards with his address on it. 92

“Hey, sleepyhead! You’re going to make us late for Kanwar’s match. Come on, get up, and let’s get going!” Anita said, shaking her roommate. Ragni opened her eyes as if she were drugged and moved slowly, sitting up in bed. “Oh...where am I?” she asked. “Come on, silly. You couldn’t be suffering that badly from jet lag. We’re in Frankfurt, remember?” Anita said, rushing around getting dressed. “Oh, Anita, I had the strangest dream. Something about two young English women meeting these two young German men on a boat that was crossing the English Channel in 1914. What was going on?” she said to herself, trying to remember. “I don’t know about any English women or German men, but there’s going to be trouble if these two Indian girls don’t see two young Indian men play a hockey match in a German stadium in an hour. Come on! Get in the shower and get dressed. If you hurry, maybe we can get some breakfast,” Anita said, pulling Ragni off the edge of her bed. The whole day, Ragni was only half-attentive to all of the things going on. At breakfast, she listened to Anita chatter away about everything she wanted to see after the match, and all during the game, she hardly paid attention. India won the match, 2 to 1 on Hermanjit’s winning goal in the final period, and even as Anita screamed and cheered, Ragni hardly seemed to notice. After the game, the two couples went out for a drive in the countryside, having most of the day left since theirs was the first match of the day, and they were done before noon. “Still in a strange mood, Ragni?” Kanwar asked his pensive fiancé. Trying to break out of her deep thoughts, she answered, “I’m sorry, Kanwar. I was just trying to remember this strange dream I had last night. It was so vivid.” 93

“Are you sure you’re not still asleep and just dreaming you’re here?” Anita joked. After taking in the sights, they all returned to the hotel, ready to turn in for the evening. “See you after the match tomorrow. What time will you be through?” Ragni asked Kanwar. “It starts at noon, so we’ll be done around two-thirty. You’ll be there, won’t you?” he asked. “Oh, yes. Yes, of course, cheering you on. As soon as Ragni fell asleep, she was in the same dream world she left the night before; only the years had passed. As she looked in on the events, she was again a singular viewpoint watching all the scenes from above as they happened. The road leading to World War One began in 1870, which was the year of the Franco-Prussian War. This war led to the unification of a powerful and dynamic Germany, which threatened, to many great powers, as an unbalance of power in Europe. France was defeated, humiliated, and isolated in this war, resulting in Germany obtaining the French territory of Alsace-Lorraine. This alone already created tensions between France and Germany, as it was a bitter blow to the French. France was determined to acquire Alsace-Lorraine. A historical region that was created by the German Empire after seizing the region from the Second French Empire in the Franco-Prussian War and Treaty of Frankfurt. Alsace- Lorraine was reverted to French ownership in 1918 as part of the Treaty of Versailles and Germany’s defeat in World War I. When created in 1871, France could not afford another war, yet was still irritated by this defeat, creating great tensions between Germany and France, which provoked the First World War. 94

The First World War was a direct result of these four main causes, but it was triggered by the assassination of Austrian Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife. The four main causes of World War One were: nationalism, imperialism, militarism, and alliances. Germany has been blamed because of invading Belgium in August 1914 when Britain had promised to protect Belgium. World War One started on the 28th of July 1914 between two sides; the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife was critical in setting off the chain of events that led to the First World War. Not only was it a bad day for the archduke and his family, but it was also a bad day for Europe. Archduke Franz Ferdinand was heir to the throne of Austria-Hungary. He was inspecting the army in Sarajevo with his wife, Sophie. The royal couple arrived by train at 9:28 am. Seven young Bosnian Serbs planned to assassinate Franz Ferdinand as he drove along the main road in Sarajevo, the Appel Quay. The first conspirator who tried to kill Franz Ferdinand threw a bomb at his car. He missed and was arrested. The archduke escaped unhurt. He decided to abandon the visit and return home via a different route than the one planned. No one had told the driver the route had changed. On the way back, therefore, the driver turned into Franz Josef Street, following the published route, and, when told of his error, stopped the car to turn around. Unfortunately, the car stopped in front of Gavrilo Princip, one of the conspirators, who was on his way home thinking he had failed. Princip pulled out a gun and shot at Franz Ferdinand, hitting him in the jugular vein. There was a tussle during which Princip shot and killed Sophie, Franz’s wife. By 11.30 am, Franz Ferdinand had bled to death. This then led to the cold-blooded First World War. It caused the war because Austria blamed Serbia for the killing of Archduke Franz Ferdinand. Then Austria declared war on Serbia, the Russian army got ready to help Serbia defend itself against the attack, and Germany sent a demand to Russia, ordering it to hold back from helping Serbia. Then Germany declared war on Russia. The French Army is put on a war footing, getting ready to fight a German invasion. After all of that, Germany declared war on France and invaded Belgium; Britain ordered Germany to withdraw from Belgium, and the Germans didn’t agree. The total number of military and civilian casualties in World War One was around 40 million. There were 20 million deaths and 21 million wounded. 95

The total number of deaths includes 9.7 million military personnel and about 10 million civilians. Germany lost  13-percent of its land  and 12-percent of its population. After World War One, the market collapsed as Germany suffered from hyperinflation. To stem currency instability and to stabilize the economy, the gold mark was replaced by the Rentenmark in 1924, at which time one U.S. dollar was equal to 4.22 billion marks. “Karl! I’m over here, Karl!” Margaret cried out as she hopped off the train that was pulling to a stop at the Heidelberg station. Karl’s eyes lit up as he spotted her in the crowd, and he ran toward her. Running to each other, they met in an embrace and kissed. “I’ve missed you so much. Never let me go away from you again!” she said, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. “Come, I have a taxi waiting for us,” he said, taking her bags and walking out of the station area. As the cab drove through the streets, Margaret’s eyes were fixed lovingly on Karl’s, but at the same time, she could not help noticing the streams of beaten German soldiers back from the western front, milling aimlessly about, and the scores of the unemployed hanging out on corners. “The war has ruined us. The inflation of the mark and the impossible demands of the Treaty of Versailles will spell the worst disaster Germany has ever known. I tried to warn you that it would not be a pretty sight to live in Germany, my dear,” Karl said. “Karl, nothing could have been more difficult than living in London, away from you for five years, not knowing if you were killed on the front or not. It doesn’t matter to me where we live, as long as we can be together,” Margaret said. “At least we will not have to live in poverty as it seems most of Germany is destined to do. My father is a banker and will not suffer in the tides of 96

inflation that will be forthcoming. Ah, there is the Neckar River, and that’s the bank where we will build our future home. My parents live farther up the hill. We will go there first, until the wedding,” Karl said, pointing to the pleasant three-story house on the bank overlooking the river. “Karl, do you remember Effie?” Margaret asked as they walked up to his parent’s home, a large estate on the hills. “Effie got married to her doctor— you know, that fellow named Rudolph Rosenberg. They’re living happily in Berlin. They have three children already!” “Good for them!” Karl laughed heartily. “I had heard from Erwin Spitzer. He now lives in Munich and was working with military intelligence, the last I heard, because of his command of the English language. Now that the war is over, I’m not sure what he’s up to these days.” As they entered the large house, Karl’s parents anxiously greeted their future daughter-in-law. “So this is the woman Karl waited five years and a war for! Come in! Come in, my daughter!” his father said with a thick German accent. The next morning, Ragni awoke with the strange dream still fresh in her memory, but to keep from getting belittled by her friends, she kept it all to herself and tried to show enthusiasm for the hockey matches and the after game activities. The others seemed to believe she had snapped out of her “mood,” but secretly, she was constantly trying to remember all the pieces and details of the events from her sleep. She showed Kanwar the usual affection, but when it was time to turn in, she couldn’t wait to get back to sleep, and to the continuation of her dreams. ** As Ragni fell easily into the world of dreams, the history of Germany unfolded in front of her. The year was 1923. The Treaty of Versailles, along with the ravages of the Great War, had broken the back of the 97

German economy. It was calculated that Germany had to pay France more than three times the amount of money it could possibly pay, not to mention the staggering sum of raw materials, land, and machinery. In 1913, a year before the war, four German marks were equal to one American dollar. Due to out-of-control inflation, by November 1923, it took 4.2 billion German marks to equal just one dollar. Only the bankers, foreign exporters, and heavy industrialists were able to make a profit during these times. The rest of the workers had to collect their weekly wages in suitcases and laundry baskets. At the worst of the inflation, the paper marks were bundled up and packed into crates and sold as waste paper, being worth more in that manner. Money lost its value in most parts of the country, and a barter system replaced it; people traded pianos and household furniture for a single chicken or a dozen eggs. Germany now had only two classes, the very rich, the Prussian aristocracy, of which Karl and Margaret and other wealthy businessmen belonged, and the destitute. The middle class had been wiped out and had joined the swelled ranks of the poverty-stricken. Largely unaffected by the inflationary roller-coaster, Margaret and Karl’s life went smoothly. He was stationed in Heidelberg with a small army detachment. “So, tell me, how does it feel to be the mother of a full household?” Margaret called her friend Effie as she was sitting on a comfortable chair at home. It was early wintertime. “Oh, it’s pretty good, you know. Rudolph makes a wonderful father when he is around. His life as a doctor is very demanding. How about you, Margaret? I would have expected you and Karl to have a houseful as well by now,” Effie said. “I—we’ve tried, but the doctors say I cannot have children. It tears Karl apart every time he sees an infant or children running about. We’ve thought of adopting a child, but...” Margret said, her voice filled with sadness. 98