Berlin.
3 February 1937
The streets of Berlin were clean, orderly, and cold.
Snow clung to the iron fences of the Oranienburgerstraße neighborhood, once bustling with cafés, now quiet.
In the Weiss household something changed their present future altogether and it was in the mail.
Miriam Weiss, a mother of three, stood at the dining table holding a brown envelope with a black eagle seal.
The edges were crisp.
The name on the front.
Dr. Samuel Weiss her husband.
But the contents inside were not crisp.
They were crumbling.
Samuel, once a pediatrician at St. Hedwig's Hospital, now ran a small private clinic barely tolerated, his license questioned monthly.
He opened the letter with calm.
Then he read it.
And said nothing.
Miriam's voice trembled. "Is it the medical council again?"
Samuel folded the letter slowly, hands shaking just slightly. "They've 're-evaluated' my status. Jews may no longer practice in Aryan clinics. My license is revoked. Permanently."
