It was 1945, and Berlin lay in ruins. The bombed-out houses and destroyed streets left a deep impression on a 28-year-old reporter who had come to Germany on assignment with a Hearst newspaper. He had been tasked with covering the Potsdam Conference, in which the “Big Three”—the USSR, Great Britain, and the United States—would determine the final fate of Germany and how Europe would begin to recover from World War II.
The reporter attended to his assignment. But when he wasn’t at the conference, he walked around the former Nazi capital, recording his impressions in his diary. “The devastation is complete,” he wrote. “There is not a single building which is not gutted. On some of the streets the stench—sweet and sickish from dead bodies—is overwhelming. The people all have completely colorless faces…Where they are going, no one seems to know. I wonder if they do.”