Night in the Rathaus (Of Augsburg, Germany) (1945-1970)

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1945 It was in the old Rathaus building the town hall built in 1615 ADa warm night in Augsburg Germanyand through an open window of Adolph Stewart one could hear the busyness of the street three floors below. The talk had been that Germany was losing the war all the latest signs for the SS Men was to run while get out of Germany while they could make it to other safer countries while they could. Yet all the grotesque unpleasantness and rottenness and manhating meanness of SS Men those still not willing to take off the Nazi uniform until every Jew was killed was not over yet. There was a knock on the office door at once the freshen air that Adolph had savoured vanished. He was a well educated man a Ph. D. from the University of Heidelberg. A cleanliving young man with one fiveyear old child named Chris and his wife Pascale. He neither drank nor smoked nor swore and was in top physical shape but he was Jew a JewishGerman. Here was a man unsullied in the glory of his youth with his daughter and wife who had come to visit him a man who had not yet even reached middleage. As the door opened two snarling and roaring lightly intoxicated SSMen came in the Masters of Death in their black uniforms Adolph Hitler's select. The same men that kissed their wives goodnight and tucked their children in bed these men came in oscillating saw the Professor standing by his desk he was pulling out two long glasses as if to offer them a drink slowly to soothe away their irritation and then one of the two said You remember me ProfessorAdolph nodded and agreed he had been at the University of Heidelberg when he had been there. Wasn't I a pretty good student he proclaimed. Yes certainly you were Adolph said. Chris and her mother hiding behind the large sofa chair unseen. I'll never forget when you got your Ph. D. from that Jewish professor friend of yours I didn't get mine. And now the mother had to cover the child's mouth tears were coming from her eyes over her cheeks. It is late said Adolph how can I help you Knowing both these SS Men were AuxiliarySS Men formed at the end of the war conscripted to serve in Germany's concentration camp thus knowing ahead of time his fate and perhaps were on leave and taking advantage of the situation. And then the SS Man who had known Adolph the one whom was called Erich lifted a cigarette from his pocket as the schutzstaffel on his uniform stared Adolph in the face then he lit it as Adolph heard the barking of dogs coming up a flight of stairs You won't escape you need to come with us Erick remarked the dogs nearing the doorway. 21970 Narrated by Christ Stewart thirtyyears old in Augsburg Germany to Chick Evens I tell this for a fact. It happened in that very room. I sat behind that sofa on the third floor of the Rathaus horrified and with my mother. It was all madness. The war was old almost over my world was young just starting and there inside my head was the sound of damp darkness warnings of danger. They took my father and that would be the last I would ever see of him. After all were gonethe dogs and the dog handlers and the two SS Men even the janitor we came out from behind the sofa chair but we stayed in that office a long time that evening until a heavy fog drifted and a wind drove it throughout the city it must had been 300 a. m. or so it was 1945 I was five and half years old. Without noise we climbed down the three flights of stairs. Came to the first floor dark as the way was mother was not concerned for light to the contrary. We seemed to walk on pineneedles leaves so soft and gentile we walked as for no one to notice us and there was really no one there other than the ghosts of the SS Men. Father was prepared for anything mother told me but she and I wasn't we dared not go back to our home that was the instructions father had given mother he had said to her 'Once I find myself trapped and there seems to be no way out cautiously find your way to London there will be obstacles along the way there is an account in our names at the Bank of London enough money in the account to allow you to live gracefully for a number of years. 'These were great and stupefying days wondering and studying and never knowing what happened to my father. Oh another thing we did make it to London of course we painfully went on a late train if I recall right walked a great distance someone gave us a ride that's all I remember. Other than pert near hiding those last months of the war in a little apartment as if the SS