Office Memory

Looking out the window from a small room, which is either my quarters or office. My desk is by the window. It is snowing, and it is very cold out. The snow is coming down in big flakes and is starting to stick to the ground. I'm looking out the and the visibility is barely past the large building out to the right. I think it may be the hangar. After looking out the window for some time, I'm not sure what time it is. It might be afternoon. Someone comes in the door cold, snow covered, red nosed. He has a prominent pointed nose, medium height, and then despite the warm clothing. It could be Kurt Wolff or possibly Karl Bodenschatz.

I think this room must be an office. I think there is something else here that has to do with communications. When the door is open I see other buildings and the ground between them. This memory hit me while reading the Bodenschatz book. (pg 52) He, who has come in, takes off his long coat and puts it up and removes other stuff but not too much because it is cold in the room. I'm dressed in a turtle neck and sweater to keep warm. I have spun around to talk to him as he undresses and shakes off the snow. He sits down at the desk. I think I have spent a fair amount of time in this little room. At times I feel a little shut away from everyone, but work must be gotten done.

We turn back to doing whatever supposed to be doing. I just noticed that the floor is wood. After sometime the light in the room from the window vanishes. It is getting later in the day. It is evening. Lights have come on in the grounds and snow has covered the earth. My office companion and I pull back from our work and feel it is time to get out and stretch our legs. Outside it looks blue white instead of the brown white of the earlier hours. We stare out the window for a moment and then put our scarves, caps, and coats on. We go out. It is still snowing and snow glows in the lights that are on. The hangar building looks dark except for a light nearby. Visibility is less than a quarter of a mile and all is quiet.

Karl or Kurt walks to my left. I'm wearing a short heavy coat. Probably the black leather one in the photos. Someone else joins us in our stroll over to the dining hall and flanks me to the right. The dining hall is somewhere across and to the right of the office and behind another building. Everyone is already in the warm hall that is glowing with light and the smell of food is wonderful. Whatever it is, it smells good and reminds me of turkey and mashed potatoes. Don't ask me why. Everyone is in good spirits.