My Hero's Journey-Personal Narrative

Anniversary
12 Aug 1962. One year to the day, Anton and Josef disappeared around that alley corner. At high noon a loud commotion originated from the west. It didn’t matter where you were in the city or on which side; everyone could heard the clear exaggerated honking from automobile horns pressed hard in a synchronized protest of the wall.
I still had not found Herr Brauner. His correspondence said something to the fact of his location being in --benstraße. It narrowed his location down to the partial name of a street, but it was still a broad search. Since his apartment number had also been smudged, I decided to blanket what I could with the little information I did have.
So far nobody I had talked to even knew a family by the name of Brauner.

I just want a better life. I know I can have a brighter future in the West.”
I nodded, but his words seemed strange to me. Yes it was confining and smothering here, but if my family was here…if Anton and Josef were here, I could possibly be content.
Helmut spoke first.
“Peter and I work for the same company. We are rebuilding the former Kaiser-Wilhelm- Palais, a palace on the Unter den Linden, are you familiar with the area?”
I was since it was in Mitte, but the other two were not.
“We happened to come across a shabby building on Schützenstrauss and inside were the run down remains of a workshop.” Helmut leaned in and whispered, “The back windows lead straight to Zimmerstrasse and very close to the wall.”
Peter added, “…and no signs of regular guard patrol either.” He looked around, “we walked in and out twice completely undetected.”
“The windows weren’t bricked up?” I asked with surprise.
“No, not at all.” Helmut confirmed.
“Dogs? Lights? Do you know if the fence is electrified?”
They looked at each other uncomfortably. I knew they had not even considered this.
“So what does this mean?” I questioned cautiously. My previous experience was fresh on my