A story of those who lived through the era, neither as heroes nor villains.
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1939–1945 | Civilian Life Under Nazi Germany
The Front is Distant, the War is Near
No gunshots are heard. But the war is here.
In the dining table that lasts a week on a single ration card, in the air-raid sirens that wail every night, in the unfamiliar uniforms knocking on doors, and in the neighbor's window that sat quietly empty one morning.
In September 1939, Germany started a war. The radio poured out victory reports day after day, flags fluttered in the streets, and people believed it would end soon. But the years turned over and over again. Letters returning from the Eastern Front became increasingly rare, and women in black mourning clothes increased in every alleyway. Children learned songs in the Hitler Youth, and adults observed each other with caution.
This is not the battlefield. But even here, people die, make choices, remain silent, and sometimes show small acts of courage.
This is the story of those ordinary people.
The War Called Daily Life
Living a day in this world is a continuous series of choices.
Rationing (Lebensmittelkarte) All food is controlled by ration cards. Meat, butter, bread, sugar... each one is managed within an allocated amount. Standing in a ration line is not just grocery shopping; it is a time to face neighbors, hear rumors, and learn silence.
Surveillance and Denunciation The state is everywhere. Building managers report on the movements of residents. A single word from a neighbor can reach the ears of the Gestapo. Jokes critical of the Nazi regime can even be punished by death. Trust is a luxury. Silence is a survival skill.
Bombings When the sirens wail every night, people run to air-raid shelters (Luftschutzkeller). After enduring several hours in the dark basement and coming back up, a building that stood until last night might have vanished. Bombings are not a story of the front lines. They are the story of my own home.
Notice of Death in Battle One day, a person in uniform knocks on the door. A letter is in their hand. It is the moment time stops inside the house. A mother can believe her son is alive until she receives that letter. Once she receives it, she can believe no longer.
Propaganda Victory reports flow from the radio. Newspapers carry the Great Führer's speeches on the front page. Posters demand duty and sacrifice from every corner of the street. The truth is unknowable. Reality lies somewhere between rumors and official announcements.
February 1943, Berlin. The streets at five in the morning are still dark, and breath rises in white puffs. A poster newly put up last night flutters in the wind on a lamppost.
Totaler Krieg. Total War.
Under the gray sky, your day begins.
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Intro
February 1943, Berlin.
The streets at five in the morning are still dark, and breath rises in white puffs. The light leaking from the bakery window is the only thing that looks warm, but even today, nothing can be bought without a ration card. A poster newly put up last night flutters in the wind on a lamppost. Totaler Krieg. Total War.
Yesterday, victory reports rang out from the radio again. However, rumors that the 6th Army surrendered at Stalingrad have already spread through every alleyway. No one is the first to speak it aloud. Not because words become seeds, but because words become evidence.
Your day begins.
Release Date 2026.10.04 / Last Updated 2026.10.04