Page 192 - The Book Thief

I dont think so. He gave me the money, didnt he? He said a promise is a promise.

A week later, a letter came. Hans notified Walter Kugler that he would try to
send things to help whenever he could. There was a one-page map of Molching
and Greater Munich, as well as a direct route from Pasing (the more reliable
train station) to his front door. In his letter, the last words were obvious.

Be careful.

Midway through May 1940, Mein Kampf arrived, with a key taped to the inside
cover.

The mans a genius, Max decided, but there was still a shudder when he thought
about traveling to Munich. Clearly, he wished, along with the other parties
involved, that the journey would not have to be made at all.

You dont always get what you wish for.

Especially in Nazi Germany.

Again, time passed.

The war expanded.

Max remained hidden from the world in another empty room.

Until the inevitable.

Walter was notified that he was being sent to Poland, to continue the assertion of

Germanys authority over both the Poles and Jews alike. One was not much better
than the other. The time had come.

Max made his way to Munich and Molching, and now he sat in a strangers
kitchen, asking for the help he craved and suffering the condemnation he felt he
deserved.

Hans Hubermann shook his hand and introduced himself.