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huge, obscure monuments on the field at his farm in Bavaria. The area was

                   deserted.
                   The area was sealed last autumn with a five meter electric fence of barbed wire.

                   Walther Stormann still owned the land, but would not let either Dieter or others

                   examine the piles, just as he did so every time Dieter tried to lead the
                   conversation on the subject.

                   "I don't want to talk about that, you hear? We're not talking about it anymore. ”

                   “Well, Father. I know the area. I think it’s alright for me to have a look outside.
                   It’s also in the farm's interest to know if everything is fine. We even allowed

                   them to build out there, ” Dieter tried.
                          Occasionally he still woke up with nightmares and could recall the stench

                   of burnt corpses, although it was ten years since a large group of men had been

                   shot and then burned.
                   "When I have said no, I mean no. I don't want anything to do with the area. It was

                   fallow land before the Nazis forced us to build, and now it is fallow again. Do you

                   understand?"
                   Walther Stormann roared causing Dieter to bend his neck as to avoid being hit.

                   It’s a reflex that still lingered on from childhood.
                          Wearily Walther made a gesture with his arm that signaled that the

                   subject was debated.

                   “Your mother quite disliked the Nazis, as well as me. My loyalty to the rulers was
                   slowly killing her. We are no longer talking about that field. You must not mess

                   up in the past," he said in a no-nonsense tone.

                   "You're exaggerating, Dad. The past is the past. We worked out there as well.
                   What can happen if I choose to inspect the area? "

                          After realizing that all his work on trying to persuade his father was in

                   vain, he now began sneaking out at night - armed with curiosity, a flashlight for a
                   gun – for safety.

                          It wasn’t long before he found out that the piles were still stuffed with

                   paintings, antiques and sculptures. Wonderful and masterful works of art, that
                   even a farmer like Dieter could see.

                          After Uno Hinterglau had been dragged away by the Gestapo and he
                   himself had been interrogated, the project was slowly ebbing out. No German
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