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The car crossed the Spree trough the Bridge of the Castle and started to spin around the
Lustgarten. I looked at Edwin surprised, but I didn’t have time to say something:

–I thought that you would enjoy doing a previous walk around the city, before going to
the Chancellery; it will reanimate you, after so m any months in Asia!

Edwin Papp had interpreted my feelings correctly. It was indescribable the happiness
that I felt then to be in my homeland again, from which more than one time on the last weeks I
bade farewell, supposing that I would never return. The Mercedes took towards the West and
turned before the Door of Brandenburg, which was covered with flags with swastikas and
wreaths of the recent parties. Now I was going towards the East, by the Unter der Linden of
Avenue of the Lindens: I was the Pariser Platz and the Statue of Frederick the Great. At the end
of the avenue, we turned back to the Bebelplatz, ambit of the Palace of the Emperor, of the
Royal Library, of the Opera of Berlin, of the Catholic Curch St. Hedwig, of the University, and
many military edifices. Finally, from the Linden and the Bebelplatz, the car went to
neighbourhood Frierichstadt and started to roll through the Wilhelmstrasse, which is its
Eastern limit. The journey had ended.

–Do you imagine who sent me to the airport for you, no? Your patekind suffered a lot
when we believed you lost and he has enormous impatience to salute and hug you. He didn’t
want that anyone deviate you and for this reason he sent his car to receive you and
commissioned me, under rigorous orders, –He joked– to guard you safe and sound at his side.

Minutes later we arrived to the 77 of the wilhelmstrasse. In the Reichskanzlei, indeed,
the Stellvertreter of the Führer is waiting for us.

One hour later, after I said goodbye to the Oberführer Edwin Papp, I left the
Chancellery accompanied by Rudolph Hess. He was really exited to see me, and then I
comprehended how much loved me such old Comrade of my Dad. During the six years that he
was occupied of my destiny in Germany he was not only as a father, but he professed me
identical affection. Now we were going to the Gergorstrasse 239, to visit Konrad Tarstein.

It was the first time that we would go together and, as Rudolph Hess could be easily
recognized by the public and he didn’t want to attract the attention over Tarstein’s domicile, he
had insisted in that I drive the Mercedes while he remained discreetly seated on the back seat.

In reality, not only with Rudoph Hess, but with no one else than Tarstein I was in the
mysterious mansion. I even reached to suspect that the Initiates of the Black Order would
reunite in other site, because never during the two years that I frequented the house was some
else apart of the two of us. But that time would be different.

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