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Monday, May 30th 1932 Reich Chancellery Berlin
Chancellor (Reichskanzler) Brüning stepped into his office. He didn't really know why, maybe to say goodbye. One more Cabinet meeting and then the Cabinet would resign, President (Reichspräsident) Paul von Hindenburg expected that much, there was no way around it.
'I'll have to find a new place to stay.' Apparently that was his biggest personal problem, the Country had much bigger problems. Brüning didn't even want to think who Hindenburg would appoint as a successor. He sat behind his desk, just staring at the interior for a moment.
Then there was a knock at the door; his secretary: “Mister Chancellor, Adjutant Oskar von Hindenburg is here to see you!”
“Of course, send him in.”
Oskar von Hindenburg was probably the last person he wanted to see right now, but he was still Chancellor at the goodwill of the President, and therefore it wasn't a good idea to keep the man waiting that was not only his liaison officer but also his only son; their dislike was mutual. Brüning rose behind his desk, when the younger Hindenburg entered, he didn't look good.
The man had put on his usual uniform, but with a carelessness Brüning had never seen before.
He saluted: “ Mister Chancellor, it is my duty to inform you of the passing of the President; General Paul von Hindenburg died last night peacefully in his sleep.”
Brüning almost automatically returned the salute: ” My condolences, I am sorry for your loss.”
The two man exchanged a couple of more words, but noticed quickly that they both really had no interest in a conversation.
So Oskar von Hindenburg took his leave, while Chancellor and now also acting President Heinrich Brüning sat behind his desk and thought about his options. He wouldn't have to look for a new place to stay, at least not just yet.
Notes:
I think AH.com needs to give Heinrich Brüning a chance, so here it is.
I have entered German terms when titles first come up.
I have some ideas for Brüning to act, but I don't have an entire TL in my head yet.
I want to see where it goes, but slowly.
Suggestions are welcome (unless they are about Lettow-Vorbeck ;-) ), but not useful if they are to far ahead of the story.
The title is inspired by a quote from Brüning memoirs.
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