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–Dieser mein patekind?–Said as for himself–. How fast passes the Time. He’s a man
now. A new man for a new Reich.

–Tell me Kurt –This time was talking to me– Do you want to stay in Germany? Here you
could study and serve to the homeland.

–Yes taufpate Rudolph, –I resplied gleeful– that’s what I want. My greatest ambition is
to ingress in School NAPOLA.

–That’s really a great ambition –Said Rudolph Hess– We’ll see what we can do.

In that moment came IIse Prohl of Hess to whom Dad didn’t know but that after when
the presentations had place, seemed to be a lifelong friend. This was because IIse was a simple
and energic woman, but owner of a great kindness. Former nationalsocialist militant was
distant from the politics since her marriage with Hess in 1927 and manifested, a little after
being talking with us, the desire to have children that God seemed to deny. –Just five years
later, would born the unique son of Rudolph Hess, Wolf, but that is another story–.

We passed one week in Berchtesgaden during which Rudolph, IIse and Dad intimated in
many occasions, when they were not going to Haus Wachenfeld to see the Führer who,
otherwise, was besieged by Goering and other members of the party.

In those soirees, when Dad and the Hess’ interchanged remembreances and anecdotes, I

used to interrogate for hours to the officer of the in charge of the custody. According to my
criterion in those days, not existed a worthier goal of the efforts of a German youngman, than
to belong to the body of Elite of the .

One day, of the first that we passed in Berchtesgaden, Dad and Rudolph went away to
talk in an exterior gallery, located over a slope and protected by a barrier that surrounded the
house. Normally, I’d not give it importance, but something in the gestures, a tone of
whispering in the conversation, warned about the possibility that they were talking of me.

I thought that they were referring to the ingress into the School NAPOLA and a growing
anxiety gained me. Unable to resist the temptation –unforgivable felony would say my father– I
did something despicable: I spied them.

Disimulating to be standing against a window which was opened in the proximities of
Dad and Rudolph Hess, I tried to hear their conversation, which effectively was being
developed about my person. But not of the ingress into the School NAPOLA, but about
something that filled me with stupor.

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