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I was fifteen years old, the Soul charged with illusions and the clear perception of the
volkschwingen when, by my Dad’s hand, we arrived to the inn of Rudolph Hess in
Berchtesgaden.

The new that the Führer was in Haus Wachenfeld had been propagated and the zone was
invaded by reporters and curious, amd it was difficult for us to logde in. Finally we did it in the
humble inn «Kinderland» at some two kilometres from the house of Rudolph Hess.

We passed the night there and in the morning very early we left athletically through a
snowy path which followed on its curves to the nearby hill. Dad, dressed as the Bavarian
custom, was using the tight led cuff of the highlander pants inside of the thick wool socks that
reched up the knees. Boots, shirt and jacket without neck completed the equipment. I was
wearing a brand-new dark gray uniform of the Hitlerjugen, composed by short pants, jacket

with pockets and sailor neck; belt buckle with the Rune , crossed leash over the chest and a
small dagger attached to the belt with the inscription «Blut und Ehre» engraved in the blade;
necktie girded with ring, cord boots and gray socks.

The house where the Hess’ family was staying, was an ancient construction of classic
wood alpine style; small but comfortable. At calling to the door, we were attended by a

somnolent officer of the who was realizing the guard sleeping in the livingroom, next to the
house. He was called Edwin Papp and was Obersturmführer.

–Herr Hess is still sleeping, –Said the officer of the – He will be glad to see you
because he is awaiting you since many days ago. Take a sit in the living, please, while I prepare
the coffee.

Rudolph Hess appeared half an hour later, immaculately dressed with gym equipment:
pants, windbreaker jacket and thick eyebrows, his black and bright eyes outstood clearly which
seemed to attrack the attention placed on him.

Scarcely smiling, he stopped for a moment to look at my Dad and then they were
confused in a hug that released joyful exclamations on both and spontaneous laughs. I didn’t
see him since many years ago and, therefore, I had a very vague remembrance of him, but
surprised me to discover a shyness that I could not even imagine in the powerful lieutenant of
the Führer.

He turned back to me and observed me admired.

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