‘It was boiling hot on the balcony. Even though it was on the shady side of the street, you could feel the scorching heat with which the August sun seared the streets of Berlin.’ With these words, Else Ury opens the volume Nesthäkchen und der Weltkrieg [Nesthäkchen and the World War], and we, the readers, are drawn in and carried along into the world-war adventure!
