Story
For Leon, it was a ordinary day in Berlin, Germany. Leon lived in a small house in West Berlin. Even though he slept all night, he still felt very tired; the day before had been a hard day for him at work. He was going to start his daily routine: get up, take a shower, get dressed, and head to work. He decided to have something to eat. He found some bread he had purchased at the market and some fruit. He decided to eat this he would figure his next meal when the time came, he headed for the door. As Leon stepped out of his house, into West Berlin he saw children running around in the street. The buildings were tight and the sky gray. The air was cool and crisp. With a long confident stride he started his march to the Soviet Labor Company headquarters (SLC) on the side of Berlin. The cab station was not far from Leon’s house, but he was fatigued and in a bit of a rush. He hailed the first cab that passed him and got in. The driver asked where he was headed. The cab driver was a thin white man, but he was incredibly tall. His big nose didn’t complement his sharp high pitched voice that pierced the air. In a way he resembled a pencil, but leon tried his hardest not to show his amusement. “I want you to take me across town,” he answered. As they set off the cab driver started mentioning more and more about the conflicts with both sides of berlin. “ It's getting risky going from one side to the other side nowadays.” Leon had barely noticed any stirrings of either side, but this news troubled him. He didn’t want to risk being caught up on the other side of a warzone. When he finally got to the SLC he saw the state. It was strange when he saw the general emptiness of the construction sites. About half of the 100 men working in the vicinity were missing. Leon's suspicions rose.