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Bernard Ferst chuckled loudly, when the military people drove from the farm

                   towards the land where the excavations were in progress. It was noon soon and
                   in his mind he was far away, in a proper restaurant in Munich.

                   "Imagine people actually living out here. The sooner we get away the better, "he

                   said brutally.
                   Herman Osten nodded, gave a small cough and waved demonstratively with his

                   hand in front of his nose.

                   "You are right. Ew, it stinks. Even though the barns are more than a mile away,
                   "he exclaimed. For a moment, he had forgotten about Ferst's false nose.

                   He bent his head and looked like someone who wanted to swallow his back in.


                   "If I may offer You some good advice. Tell your son that he should go home. We’ll

                   drive him if needed."
                   Instead of making sure Walther Stormann listened, Bernard Ferst stared at the

                   spot he just discovered on his tidy jacket. He already hated the place.

                   "Let me be honest. I do not like having the men here on the property. I do not say
                   this to be disloyal. Do you understand? "

                   Stormann squeezed his eyes towards midday sun. It was a long time before it
                   was to disappear behind the mountains and pull the twilight with him.

                   "I understand" smiled Bernard Ferst.

                   Stormann drank again of the wine Ferst had given him.
                   The general major wouldn’t dream of touching alcohol. He cleared his throat and

                   did a grimace, as if he had stepped on a sharp stone.

                   "I understand that you're fighting for what you've cherished, but you forget that
                   it's us who decide."

                   He sneered. And continued his teaching:

                   "Freedom is not something that comes dumping down as a gift. It’s something
                   we’re fighting for. Do you want your son to live in a society that becomes

                   Europe's junkyard? The rest of the world is just waiting for us to bend. Come on.

                   Follow."
                   Stormann was apparently getting used to the abundant supplies that the Nazis

                   made sure they found their way to the farm. Whiskey, brandy, cognac and the
                   French wines that came with a courier.
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