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Suddenly I felt gulty as well; my heart went tightened; I tried to say some apology but a
saver penumbra eclipsed my consciousness, submerging me in a deep dream.

I’ll try to to abbreviate the details of my unfortunate intromission in the life of Uncle
Kurt. It’ll be a concession in favour of other things that I want to put at the reader disposition,
for the better interpretation of this strange story. Because if someone had the idea that all
what occurred to me until then was more than enough to cover a quota of mysterious events,
I’ll tell that you’re wrong for long. To this adventure were missing many important things, I’d
say that it was just starting, and if the notable «causalities» had chased me up to there, what
would come next was not to it in the rear. Because Uncle Kurt had a story to tell. A so offbeat
and strange that considered itself results unbelievable ; but that I had to take with great
respect, beause «that» story was part of «my» own story.

But don’t get us ahead. The day in which I opened the eyes, and I saw Uncle Kurt for
second time in my life, was the next to the night of my unfortunate incursion through the
ranch. Since some fifteen hours that I remained unconscious before the expectation of Uncle
Kurt, who feared to have produced me a grave cerebral lesion.

The strike, struck by the butt of a pistol Luger, had been devastating and, according to
Uncle Kurt, had to give thanks for the salvation of the abnormall hardness of the skull or to a
miracle.

Why this security? Because he had beaten me strongly; according to his words; the
enough as to kill the intruder. This violence was due to Uncle Kurt was expecting an attempt,
an attack from one moment to another.

He had motives to believe it, as will be seen, and to the bad fortune –or another cause–
He wanted for me to have the ill-fated idea to realize the suspicious nocturnal visit.

In a first moment, after be sure that there were no more intruders, Uncle Kurt dragged
me to the house and checked my pockets searching for weapons and identity elements. With
the surprise that is to be supposed, he found the Iron Cross –His medal–, the letter of my
Mother and the documents and lecenses that properly proved my identity.

According to Uncle Kurt, he’d have committed suicide right there if it was not for that I
was inexplicably breathing. His first reaction was to seek for help, but, conscious about the
irregular of the situation, he decided to be extremely cautious with the finality to avoid the
police intervention. For that purpose, would result inconvenient to call an unknown doctor
who could put him in trouble.

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