For the life of me I can’t remember what time we would always be expected at my grandmother’s for Christmas Day dinner, but here I was slightly shivering in my Christmas outfit as we rode up the elevator to the 16th floor. It was already dark, but that didn’t mean much, because the sun set at 3pm in Berlin during the winter months and wouldn’t really show its face until summer when it refused to set until after 10pm. The trip from our apartment to my grandmother’s was not long at all. It probably took a total of two minutes maximum, once the elevator decided to show up. I…