Page 56 - Fanget I Tiden oversættelse - caught in time (komplet)-converted

people rushed in and out of buildings. And behind the walls there were some of

the country's most powerful people, including Himmler. There were offices for a
lot of senior officers from Gestapo and SS. The area was buzzing with activity. So

full of life and at the same time a strange presence of death.

Gestapo's main prison was here, and Uno had heard rumors about the dungeons
with prisoners, that were under some of these buildings. Just the thought of the

address alone could scare most people away. He felt nervous-

Quickly he found his way to the right building, raised his hand to a guard and
presented himself, after which he was guided further into the building.

Wilhelm Angee stood right by the door, jittering. He was expected. Uno got the

idea that the tall man who handed him his hand was a former sportsman. Maybe

swimming because of the wide shoulders and the narrow waist. The color of his
face and weather-beaten features revealed that the man in front of him preferred

to be under the open air. Maybe he’s happy about cycling. Uno was uneasy and

became even more nervous with the man's restless and sudden movements.
Regardless of sport, Angee looked like a man who would rather lie vertically in

the water or feel the wind's burst on his skin than to be in this anonymous and
pale office.

"Well, you came… finally. You can to start tomorrow. "

Angee bashed out his hand, while Uno cautiously sat on the hard chair.
"As you could read in my letter, there are plans to create a magnificent museum

that will be the largest throughout Europe. A museum of art - the right art I might

add, in world-class, and the museum must be in Der Führer’s childhood city, Linz,
in Austria."

With a questioning gaze, Angee sought the eye contact of Uno, and seemed

pleased that he got his full attention.
"We need storage space, as well as a a place where we can register the art we

receive. This is where you become interesting."

It was almost dark in the small office, and the tall man got up and flipped a
switch by the door, to turn on the light. He returned to the desk and raised a

small envelope from the desk drawer. He opened the envelopes and squeezed his
right eye on a monocle that has been lying on the table.