Verena watched as her order was being fulfilled. Was she angry at her? Of course she was. The whole country of Poland probably hated her guts, for it was her people that ravaged their once beautiful country. Verena was so tired of it all. While the home front was filled with the vigor of victory, they didn't see what happened on the actual front. Sons and fathers died. Wives too when the bombs fell upon the cities. Before the war, Verena had visited the countryside of Poland. It was beautiful; her family came as well. The way that it burned now. It made her wary of what propaganda and speeches the Reich's government gave. 

What the waitress said to her wasn't wrong. The jews were also human. She [i]had[/i] jewish friends. They went to university together and enjoyed each others company very well. Why was she so quick to get rid of them? Just because the Fuhrer called them the sole instigators for the fatherland's downfall? How daft. It was also because of the recession they came out of due to the first world war! Her family had come from poverty and built up during those early years as proud, pure Germans. They had hired jewish and non-jewish workers; her father respected each equally. However, when the great change came, he hated them.

The clash of the cup filled with her order again against the table made her jump. She looked down and then up. She frowned. "If I angered you somehow, that really wasn't my intention," she said taking the cup and sipping its contents. It was warm. She looked over as the soldiers finally left and joined their colleagues outside. She breathed easy as it was only polish customers left. "Not every German is so bad, Fraulein. Not that you'll believe that of course. The Fuhrer is such a magnificent speaker; he makes you believe everything he says without too much thought. He took away my friends when they spoke out. The Gestapo. Nasty people. Andria was one of them. She too was a jew. It's funny how fear changes you..."

Finishing half her cup, Verena realized how much she said. Her heart immediately went cold until she remembered that the people in here weren't German. Weren't the Gestapo. She cleared who throat and took out a few coins. "I spoke too much. Here's the payment for the coffee," she said. She slowly got to her feet. She was probably needed back at the medical compound. "Stay safe, Fraulein. I appreciated your company, even if you did not."