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person at my office at Gestapo's headquarters, Prinz-Albrecht Strasse 9, the 12
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                   of March, 18 pm. At this time I will undergo the details of the contract, which you
                   sign.

                     Sieg Heil.


                   SS-officer Wilhelm Angee



                   Uno snorted. He couldn’t see himself sinking that low that he had to work for the
                   Nazis. It was on paper now. It was what he had been doing unwillingly for years,

                   when the party had asked him to review and comment on the art. It hurt him to
                   see the Nazis control these aspects of the art. Deeming one art form right and

                   another wrong was completely against his personality.

                   "We must be absolutely sure everything goes according to plan - and who is
                   better for this kind of task than you? You should rejoice that the different parties

                   within the party have such a hard time agreeing on these matters. Also I’m gone

                   traveling." Had his old friend uttered over a pint of beer.
                   Franz Miener also had a glorious career as a museum inspector, but he had lost

                   his position. His only rescue that he was a member of the National Socialist
                   German Labor Party - a party Uno refused to join. Franz Miener's new title was

                   exhibition expert, and he traveled throughout Germany to revise art.


                   "I am grateful for what you've done for me, Franz," Uno answered, as he flushed

                   down a big chunk of beer to hide the lie.

                   In the past, Uno had been the one they all looked up to. The one, who knew about
                   the new trends and artists, and now he functioned as a simple stooge.

                    Uno was sad - and even mad with these tedious tasks. Now he would often

                   praise art of such insignificance, he beforehand would have laughed at. Paintings
                   or sculptures to his utter distaste. Now the art had to be taken seriously, and it

                   was his job to explain the paintings so that everyone could understand. As well

                   as he had to betray the art he loved so much. Horrible.
                     He had become one of the many inhabitants of Berlin, which was neither a Nazi

                   nor a resistance fighter. He followed the instructions with his head down in
                   order to survive.
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