We reached Berlin at eleven, but owing to recent air raids all stations are in state of chaos. Ran into old Prinz August Wilhelm, the late Kaiser’s fourth son, who helped carry my baggage. We finally boarded a bus. The town is enveloped in smoke; there is rubble everywhere.
This is from a diary entry of Marie Vassiltchikov, a royal White Russian princess.
(Source: Berlin Diaries 1940 to 1945 by Marie Vassiltchikov)