“Full of Brown Shirts.”

The city was en fete the week-end we were in Berlin, because there was a sports meeting at the Olympic Stadium to find the best brown shirt in Germany. The city was full of brown shirts—party members in uniform—and we went to the stadium for a couple of hours to see the athletics— and were not particularly impressed. Some friends in England had asked us to look up their daughter who was a student at the University of Berlin and she was our guide and expert interpreter for an evening. With her we sampled Berlin night-life and in one place we visited that night we saw some very excellent entertainment.

Apart from an argument with some brown shirts in a barber's shop about “encirclement” we were very well treated in Berlin.