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we occulted amongst the clothings the pistols Luger of service and the backpacks the fearsome
machinepistole Schmeisser.

We camped for a day in the hills Garro and we crossed the Assam without stopping more
that the indispensable. Soon we were at more than 2.000 metres of height, rejoiced for leaveing
behind the tropical regions, infested with wild animals and by the not less wild bandits of the
tribes angka, michi, dafla, abors, etc. A footpath which meandered through the eastern slope of
the Himalayas guided slowly to the Bhutan.

In the village of Taga Dzong they received us with great rampage, as if we were
ambassadors of some occidental potency, what caused great contrariness because we didn’t
want to attract the attention of English nor of any real diplomats of any nation. However, the
mystery soon was clarified, at verifying that two envoys of von Grossen expected our arrival
since months ago to take us to Punakha: they were two lopas, functionaries of the Deb Rajah of
Bhutan.

Accompained by the thin but vigorous lopas, also of Aryan Race, we crossed numerous
small valleys, nestled between mountain ranges of enormous height. After each echelon of the
Himalayan slope we ascended hundreds of metres, not being infrequent the steps, or dvaras, of
4 or 5 thousand metres. The lopas spoke bodskad, the Tibetan language that I, as Ostenführer,
comprehended perfectly. In the dialect of Jam they explained us that we would not go directly
to Punakha because there, next to the Deb Rajah, was located the English garrison: Karl von
Grossen was in a nearby monastery, under the protection of the spiritual chief of the Country,
the Dharma Rajah.

Finally, we arrived to the Taoist monastery, constructed over a mount covered by
eternal snows and whence borns a rugged footpath, only apt for pedestrians, which crossed the
Himalaya and guided to the Tibet. Karl von Grossen and his assistant came to our meeting.

–Heil Hitler! I feared that you wouldn’t arrive on time –He said us for every salute.

–Heil Hitler! –I responded– The Haupsturmführer Doktor Kloster Hagen and the

Sturmbannführer Kurt von Sübermann. Seig Heil, main Standartenführer!

Karl von Grossen observed me attentively, with scientific curiosity.

–So you are the mysterious Initiate from whom depends the Destiny of the Third Reich?
–He asked amazed– I imagined you different!

–How? –I exclaimed, perturbed for the indiscreet honesty of the Standartenführer.

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