I must have read this book already a long time ago, but I didn't remember a lot of it. Which is a pity, because I really loved it. It sketches a wonderful (but very dark) image of Berlin in 1847/1848. It doesn't only tell a thrilling tale about a revolution (where I almost held my breath because it was so beautifully written without leaving out the ugly, scary parts of being stuck behind a barricade with a far better armed force opposite you), but also pinpoints exactly why it came that far that students, carpenters, whores and other completely normal people who just fight for their daily bread would risk their lives for more freedom and more opportunities to earn money they need to live. Kordon doesn't leave out the ugly parts (Guste's profession, what people have to do to survive) and with that, paints a vivid image of the city he is writing about.