Air Bridge Between Berlin and Me

This is not a novel or novella, not a history or a travel book, not a memoir, nor just a few short stories that hang together with a few stanzas of poetry. It is all that mixed together like scrambled eggs. There are three intertwined stories: One is about the author in Germany as a student from 1961 to 1962. Then, from 1965 to 1968, he is an Air Force officer in Berlin at Tempelhof Airport. The t...