Dusseldorf, Germany 1938
[March 10th, 1938 @ 8:13 am CET]
Even in Nazi Germany, people still read the morning paper with their coffee.
Most Germans, however, don't read the New York Times.
The woman sitting at the cafe is blonde and beautiful, with a sweet innocent face. As surprised as any of the people sitting at the neighboring tables might be to see her reading the New York Times, they would likely be even more surprised to know what kind of thoughts were running through her head as she gazes at the picture of the famed American archaeologist/adventurer, posing proudly with the recovered Chachapoyan idol.
"Indiana Jones," she murmurs, the faintest hint of triumph in her voice. She then folds up her paper in a leisurely fashion, and takes a final sip of coffee.
She has a few calls to make.
Even in Nazi Germany, people still read the morning paper with their coffee.
Most Germans, however, don't read the New York Times.
The woman sitting at the cafe is blonde and beautiful, with a sweet innocent face. As surprised as any of the people sitting at the neighboring tables might be to see her reading the New York Times, they would likely be even more surprised to know what kind of thoughts were running through her head as she gazes at the picture of the famed American archaeologist/adventurer, posing proudly with the recovered Chachapoyan idol.
"Indiana Jones," she murmurs, the faintest hint of triumph in her voice. She then folds up her paper in a leisurely fashion, and takes a final sip of coffee.
She has a few calls to make.