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–You rave, my Standartenführer! –I exclaimed horrorized– This cannot be! We are
returning after the accomplishment of an important mission, I believe that successfully, and
there is no motive that instead of receiveing the superior approval someone be punished. You
are tired, von Grossen, I say you respectfully! You’ll see how we will meet again soon in a
brewery of the Friedrichstrasse to celebrate. It is natural that we must give the correspondent
informs to our respective units, but after those logic formalities we will have time to see us
again.

Karl von Grossen was shaking his head as refusing to admit that my arguments
penetrated through his ears.

–No; no! von Sübermann, once again, you don’t understand the situation. Listen to me
well now because the possibility of our separation is definitively real. I say it to you very
conscious and grounded in all my previous experience in secret operations. I am not so tired as
to be unable to prevent what can occur: we will be eliminated. It means, that if you don’t save
us, Kurt. Believe me, we will live only if you assure to your Chiefs that we will not talk to
anyone about we have seen. That is the guarantee that they need to leave us free: absolutely
opposed to what you suppose! Hahaha: a report! You make me laugh von Subermann: who
cares if do a report about what I have seen in the Tibet and what I’ve seen you doing? Do you
think that the Initiates of the Black Order will permit the existence of an official report about
the vîmanâ of Shambalah, or about the dogs daivas¸or your Scrotra Krâm? No, von Sübermann:
because of you we are condemned to death. And only you can save us. On the contrary referring
to what suggested: assure to your Chiefs that neither Oskar Feil, nor I, will make any report,
and it can be that thus, we’ll conserve our lives!

I calmed him the best I could, reaffirming him my loyalty: I’d never permit that
something could happen to them for my cause! And we left, separately, towards Berlin.

In the airport of Berlin a Mercedes Benz Chancellery with motorcycles escort was
waiting. At seeing it, I thought that they were waiting a Minester of General, but my surprise

was so great when I recognized the Oberführer Papp standing by a side of the door.

–Kurt von Sübermann! –He called him, smiling kindly. I couldn’t avoid to remember the
first time I saw him, in the cabin of Rudolph Hess, in the Obersalsberg of Berchtesgaden. He
also remembered, because he said, when I just approached:

–Six years, Kurt. A lot or little? Six years and you’re back from your first mission. We
have feared for you. Did you know? It has been relief for all those who were informed about the
opration to receive news of you. Bur from Shanghai! Ha. Nobody could believe it. You’ll tell me
then how you did to cross China.

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