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Chapter 11

Germany, March 1942. The outskirts of Augsburg, northwest Munich.

Since 1940, big proprietor Walther Stormann had hired one of his brackets as a

sign of his willingness to cooperate with the local department of the Nazi city

council in the state of Bavaria. When it became apparent that the Nazis wanted
power in Germany, he immediately chose to cooperate. His wife, on the other

hand, did not like the deal. Gradually she became more and more ill and
eventually died. Sometimes, when he had a quiet time, it dawned on him that it

could be his deal with the Nazis, who had drawn the last sparkle of life out of her.

The Nazis rewarded Walther Stormann abundantly. The forced-migrated
farmers from 15 farmhouses in the district, allowed the great proprietor take

over the deeds and herds.

With the money from the state, they paid harsh overprices for milk,
cheese and other products, that Stormann sold from his 12-year-old company

Kräsen. Already in 1940, Stormann's farm was the third largest company in
Germany.

Together with two men, Walther Stormann had worn the day for the few goals

of the three bunkers, the Nazis demanded listed, correct. Each bunker should be
exactly 750 square meters, and there should be ten meters between each other,

as architect Saals's Munich office had dictated.

A week ago, SS Standartenführer Herman Osten had been on a brief inspection as
representative of SS General Major Bernard Ferst, Head of SS in the Land of

Bavaria.

"I do not need a surveyor," Walther Stormann had wrinkled.
Herman Osten considered him with staring eyes. The storm sensed that the

Standartenführer did not feel able to discuss it - and it suited him well. Didn’t he

stubbornly welcome a opportunity for the cheese to return to Munich as soon as
possible?