That brought back some memories.

I had a neighbour who was a young Messerschmitt pilot at the end of the war, he must have been barely in his 20's at that time. In the last few days of the war when the end was obvious he flew his plane to land and abandon it in a field near his home village east of Berlin. He then collected his wife and they fled as refugees ahead of the advancing Soviet army. He took a great risk because he could have been shot as a deserter, but it was probably a lesser risk than continuing to fly one of the last remaining fighters. After spending some time in a refugee camp he then finished up working for the Americans in Berlin before migrating to Australia. An interesting character.

Anyway to get back to the topic: he once related a story that herrings were once sold from hand carts on the streets in Berlin. He and his wife were in their car and could smell hot herrings and drove around the area trying to find the herring seller before realising that friends had played a joke by putting herring bones on top of his car engine.


Peter

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