o it’s Berlin, 1964. Not our Berlin, but a Berlin where Germany won World War Two. It’s not one of those “Germans Rule the Planet” deals – in this case, they own most of the east (but are still fighting red terrorists along a Vietnam-like front). All other European countries bow to them. And Hitler, now an old man, is about to have a massive birthday party. President Kennedy will soon be flying in to talk detente. Way below all this is a policeman, Xavier March, divorced, hated by his young son (for party reasons), an ex-uboat man, just doing […]