There’s a particular kind of betrayal that happens when you trust a bottle of sunscreen to protect you, only to end the day with skin that feels like it’s been slow-roasted over a campfire. You did everything the directions said—shook the bottle, applied generously, reapplied after swimming—and yet, by evening, your shoulders are radiating heat …
It began in the stillness of the early morning, long before most Berliners awoke. The date was August 13, 1961, and a cool summer night was giving way to dawn. But something unusual was happening in the city—men in military uniforms, workers in overalls, and police officers in helmets were moving with calculated precision along …
