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to cover the gates of the Gompa to avoid the escape of the lamas: to the realist von Grossen
seemed more practical to kill everyone inside the Temple. But I disagreed with such criterion,
because I considered that it had more real weight, as adversary, the Monastery than the lamas:
to the White Fraternity would result much easier to replace the lamas that reconstruct the
millenary Temple! Nevertheless, I’d not reproach anything to von Grossen because, thanks to
his indubitable professionalism, now was galloping by my side Oskar Feil.

Some powerful exclamations substracted me abruptly from those thoughts. I delayed to
understand that all made the same and they turned back to take the last vision of the duskha
village. And now, at descending to the other side of the loma, they were uttering uncontainable
and exhilarated screams of joy. Naturally, I am referring to the Germans, because the Asians
remained as indifferent as always. Von Grossen had to allude to the authority of his military
grade to avoid that the song of Baldur von Schirach «Our flag flutters before us of the Hitler’s
Youths» be sung loudly. I’d have wanted to sing it in that moment too. And, remembering my
childhood in Cairo, I repeated it mentally, as my Comrades did undoubtedly:

Germany, you shall stand radiant

Even though we shall fall!

Our Flag flutters before us,

Our Flag is the new time,

Our Flag guides us to Eternity,

Yes, the Flag is greater than Death!

Yes, our flags were greater than the own Death; and unleashed the Death upon the
enemies, as the lamas of the Kurkuma Bonnet have just warned. The Germans unleashed the
Death because the History summoned us for it; the Enemy of our Flags would repent forever
for having sunk their vile claws in the homeland. I remembered then the «Storm Song for the
Germans» of Dietrich Eckart, such founder member of the Thulegesellschaft of whom Konrad
Tarstein talked to me unsparingly, because he had been also, one of the Initiators of Adolf
Hitler:

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