Peenemünde, German Democratic Republic, 1954

I'm 29 years old, and I'm freezing cold, mucking up from the surf off a rain-swept beach into the woods near Peenemünde, an old V-2 launch site. It's nighttime. The Company likes to send me out at night. The boys call me Orlok; the sunlight hurts my eyes. I hate the night shift. It's like I'm walking through a…