He took Berlin in 1945, and in 1992 he ended up in Hamburg Hamburg. 2001 “Sometimes I feel like the world has gone crazy.” Listen, boy! I am eighty-two years old, and I, who reached Berlin in 1945, am now sitting with you on a bench in a Hamburg park. Listen, the rosy-cheeked Frau serves me a sausage with “bier” and, hearing my mediocre German, grumbles something about the proliferating emigrants in their good Fatherland!