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–In February 1919 –Uncle Kurt continued impertubable– Rudoph Hess– Rudolph Hess
travelled to Cairo to visit Dad and another friend, Omar Nautais. They met again each other for
first time after six years, with the consequent mutual happiness and of my mother who also
knew Rudolph from the childhood.

Dad had married in 1917 and in 17/11/1918 I was born so in that date, February of
1919, I counted with three months of life. As they didn’t baptize me yet, Dad asked Rudolph to
be my godfather, to what he acceded willingly because he loved my parents too much and
wanted to give them a show of affection.

The ceremony was realized in the Luthrean Church of Cairo, a fresh morning of
February 1919, the day 17 to be exact.

Here you have neffe the first coincidence –Said my Uncle with reflexive tone– because
that young war hero of 25 years that was taking me in his arms, would be fifteen years later,
Minister of the German State and the right-hand of the Chancellor Adolf Hitler, his
Stellvertreter.

In Egypt, as in all the foreing countries, the German community organized the
Hitlerjugend, for the training of his children, Hitler’s youths, with the supervision of the
military aggreagations of the German Embassy. Inside this movement, figured a «junior» group
called Jungvolk for children from 10 to 15 years old, in which I entered at my 10 years old,
when I was still on the primary studies in the German School of Cairo.

I graduated on July of 1933; we left from Alexandria on a merchant ship that, with few
calls at port, was going directly to Venice; thence we would continue to Berlin by train.

In those days Rudolph Hess was a very important personage in the Third Reich and
incredible popular amongst the members of the German community of Egypt who felt
rewarded with the triumph of one of theirs. Rudolph worked hard all those years to contribute
for the victory of the Führer and except for some journeys every one or two years, he had
abandoned his first Egyptian homeland completely. Nevertheless, he never forgot his friends,
who were not a lot, neither his godson Kurt von Sübermann.

Ivariably we received a Christmas card every year and when we needed a drum in the
Jungvolk, I remember that Dad urged me to write a letter to my prestigious godfather, who not
only responded me kindly but with a letter in which stimulated me to study and persevere in
the Hitlerjugend, but he also occupied of my infantile request.

One day we received a citation of the German Ambassy to retire a dispatch, which remit
had to be signed by the Faehnleinsführer Kurt von Sübermann, that’s to say by me. Was the

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