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to awaitat some distance, while we were drinking a coup of champagne that solicitus waiters
               had given us.

                      After a while, Rudolph Hess turned to us and, after a word interchange with the Führer,
               he came smiling.

                      –How are you, Reinaldo, Kurt? –He said–. Come here I’ll present you the Führer.

                      It  was  the  first  time  that  I  saw  Adolf  Hitler  at  close  range,  infrequent  honour  for  a
               foreign student, and even if I came prepared knowing that the Führer would be in the party, I
               never thought that we would be presented.

                      –Adolf: the Baron Reinaldo von Sübermann –Said Rudolph.


                      The Führer saluted Dad shaking his hand effusively but without pronouncing a word.

                      –Mein  Patekind  Kurt  von  Sübermann  –Continued  Rudolph–.  Brand  new  graduated
               from the NAPOLA, pilot and polyglot soldier, future Ostenführer of the Waffen    .


                      I couldn’t avoide getting blush for the eulogistic presentation of the Taufpate Hess.

                      The Führer stretched his hand, while nailing me a cold gaze in the eyes. I felt that an
               electric vibration running through my vertebral column, at the time that a kind of stomach
               emptiness was tickling at the height of the umbilicus. It was a sensation of an instant, but of a
               terrible effect. Such  gaze, and the contact with the hand of the Führer, had worked as acid
               agent in a milk pail, decomposing and dissolving my animical state. Was an instant, I repeat,
               just an instant in which I felt examined inside.

                      Once  recomposed,  I  observed  with  surprise  that  –something  unusual  on  him–  an
               enigmatic smile was painted in the Führer’s countenance.

                      –From Egypt eh? –Said Hitler–. I love Egypt, wonderful land that fascinated Napoleon
               and that has produced a priceless Comrade as Rudolph.

                      Rosenberg who to all these had been already presented was observing the scene with fun
               expression.


                      –At seeing you young Kurt –Continued Hitler– I verify that is not casual the thing of
               Rudolph. Egypt is really a «Centre of Spiritual Force»; the enigma of the Sphinx is still active.

                      You are the proof of it –He took Rudolph and Me, by an arm each one– that a Superior
               Order guides the destiny of Germany. Two German-Egyptian, who have breathed the gnostic



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