From my notes, year and invention.
1878 cathode ray tube
1897 cathode ray tube oscilloscope
1898 wire recording
1904 vacuum tube, diode
1906 vacuum tube, triode
1918 Enigma machine
The fixings were there, someone just needed the motivation to put them together.
Chapter Sixty-One
1st June, 1922
Bramstedtland, Germany
The green smell of Summer was in the air as Sjostedt walked out into the night. Earlier Ma and Tilde had taken Grandfather into Flensburg for medical treatment and wouldn’t be back until the morning. It was his and Ilse’s turn to mind the farm. Something was bothering the livestock and it had woken him up the night before. It was almost sunset, but this far north the days were very long this time of year.
Ma had always insisted on planting some squash and corn for their own use. To remember where they’d come from. It contributed to the unique smells of this particular place. Other things such as the salt smell of the nearby sea and growing plants were added in. It was part of what made this Sjostedt’s home for the last for the last decade. Tonight, something was off. A fox might take a chicken or duck now and again but that fox would be as much a part of this landscape those smells. This was the felt different. That usually meant that it was result of human intervention.
Sjostedt walked around the chicken coop, passing along where he knew the shadows were deepest. That’s where he waited for it, it was all about the timing. There was a subtle shift in the air. His hand shot out and he grabbed the chicken thief by the ear.
“Ow!” the boy yelled as Sjostedt pulled him across the yard hitting him ineffectually with the hand that wasn’t holding the dead chicken “Lemme go!”
“No” Sjostedt said as he dragged the thief up the stairs onto the porch “You shouldn’t have come back a second night in row.”
The door opened and Sjostedt’s youngest sister, Ilse poked her head out “He’s just a boy Piers” She said.
“Hardened criminals seldom resort to stealing chickens but they might be getting their start that way” Sjostedt said as he pulled the boy into the kitchen and deposited him onto a chair “The bible says many things about theft and before you make any excuses it says a lot about lying as well.”
The boy stopped whatever he was about to say. It was obvious to Sjostedt that he was about to try to fly some line on them but thought better of it.
“I wouldn’t try any lines on Piers anyway” Ilse said “He heard all of them when he was with Army during the war.”
“I heard a lot of things while I was in the Army” Sjostedt said grabbing one of the ashcans and dropping it in front of the boy “But the most of all was my Oberfeld complaining about men being at loose ends causing trouble. That is exactly what you are right now, at loose ends. So, start plucking.”
With that Sjostedt walked out.
“Don’t mind my brother” Ilse said “He’s been in a foul mood since the war in Poland started up again, the Oberfeld he mentioned, Walter, is right in the middle of it. Walter might be our brother in law if he and Nina ever can ever get around to getting married.”
“What’s that got to do with me?” The boy asked. Ilse could hear from his accent that he was from nowhere near here.
“You stepped into the middle of this” Ilse said pulling a pot out of the cupboard “That was your first mistake.”
“I made other mistakes?”
“Yes” Ilse said filling the pot with water “You killed one of our oldest hens, so we’ll have to stew it and most of all you tried to sneak one past Piers more than once. That simply doesn’t work.”
“But the chicken is for my family”
“Let me guess, you’re an orphan too” Sjostedt said as he stepped in from outside carrying an armful of firewood. That he dumped into a large steel container before opening the door on the front of the stove and throwing a piece of firewood in.
“When did you last see your family?” Ilse asked “The truth.”
“A couple of months ago,” The boy said “After the train dumped us off in Berlin.”
Sjostedt had heard of this “Where did the train come from?”
“Paris” The boy said “They gave us one way tickets to Berlin and were told that scum like us would never come back if we knew what was good for us.”
That had the ring of truth to it and it confirmed what Sjostedt suspected.
“So, you’ve been moving north and stealing to survive?” Sjostedt asked “But stealing isn’t new to you by any means.”
“Piers” Ilse said, slightly taken aback at how harsh Sjostedt was being.
“Do I need to tell her who and what you are?” Sjostedt asked the boy who had stopped plucking the chicken and was staring at the kitchen table almost quivering with fear.
“France has been expelling undesirables” Sjostedt said “The boy’s family didn’t want another mouth to feed after they got dumped in Berlin with nothing so they chased him off.”
“Is that true?” Ilse asked.
The man, Piers, just had a way of seeing right through you, the boy thought. The instant he even thought about trying to bullshit his way out of this. Piers had cut that off as if he’d read the boy’s own thoughts. The truth was that Piers terrified him. The girl seemed to have the same low threshold for lies as her brother even if she was nicer about it.
“Yes” The boy mumbled still staring at the table.
“Back to work” Sjostedt said and stared at the boy until he resumed plucking the chicken, noting with approval that the boy was doing a quick job of it.
“The French are really throwing people out of their country?” Ilse asked “Why would people do something like that?”
“France sort of went crazy during war, everyone did” Sjostedt said “But with the French it went deeper and has lasted longer.”
With that the boy finished plucking the chicken.
“If I can have that” Ilse said as she took the chicken from him and over to the cutting board where she began expertly butchering the bird.
“It’s one thing about Ma or my sisters” Sjostedt said “Stay out of their way in the kitchen or you end up looking like that chicken.” He chuckled when he saw the boy’s face at that comment.
“If you are going to be our guest we might as well know your name” Sjostedt said.
The boy thought for a long moment about how to answer that one. As he had already learned in this house they would just see through it if he said anything other than the truth.
“Django” The boy finally said.
“Then welcome to our home” Sjostedt said.
1878 cathode ray tube
1897 cathode ray tube oscilloscope
1898 wire recording
1904 vacuum tube, diode
1906 vacuum tube, triode
1918 Enigma machine
The fixings were there, someone just needed the motivation to put them together.
Chapter Sixty-One
1st June, 1922
Bramstedtland, Germany
The green smell of Summer was in the air as Sjostedt walked out into the night. Earlier Ma and Tilde had taken Grandfather into Flensburg for medical treatment and wouldn’t be back until the morning. It was his and Ilse’s turn to mind the farm. Something was bothering the livestock and it had woken him up the night before. It was almost sunset, but this far north the days were very long this time of year.
Ma had always insisted on planting some squash and corn for their own use. To remember where they’d come from. It contributed to the unique smells of this particular place. Other things such as the salt smell of the nearby sea and growing plants were added in. It was part of what made this Sjostedt’s home for the last for the last decade. Tonight, something was off. A fox might take a chicken or duck now and again but that fox would be as much a part of this landscape those smells. This was the felt different. That usually meant that it was result of human intervention.
Sjostedt walked around the chicken coop, passing along where he knew the shadows were deepest. That’s where he waited for it, it was all about the timing. There was a subtle shift in the air. His hand shot out and he grabbed the chicken thief by the ear.
“Ow!” the boy yelled as Sjostedt pulled him across the yard hitting him ineffectually with the hand that wasn’t holding the dead chicken “Lemme go!”
“No” Sjostedt said as he dragged the thief up the stairs onto the porch “You shouldn’t have come back a second night in row.”
The door opened and Sjostedt’s youngest sister, Ilse poked her head out “He’s just a boy Piers” She said.
“Hardened criminals seldom resort to stealing chickens but they might be getting their start that way” Sjostedt said as he pulled the boy into the kitchen and deposited him onto a chair “The bible says many things about theft and before you make any excuses it says a lot about lying as well.”
The boy stopped whatever he was about to say. It was obvious to Sjostedt that he was about to try to fly some line on them but thought better of it.
“I wouldn’t try any lines on Piers anyway” Ilse said “He heard all of them when he was with Army during the war.”
“I heard a lot of things while I was in the Army” Sjostedt said grabbing one of the ashcans and dropping it in front of the boy “But the most of all was my Oberfeld complaining about men being at loose ends causing trouble. That is exactly what you are right now, at loose ends. So, start plucking.”
With that Sjostedt walked out.
“Don’t mind my brother” Ilse said “He’s been in a foul mood since the war in Poland started up again, the Oberfeld he mentioned, Walter, is right in the middle of it. Walter might be our brother in law if he and Nina ever can ever get around to getting married.”
“What’s that got to do with me?” The boy asked. Ilse could hear from his accent that he was from nowhere near here.
“You stepped into the middle of this” Ilse said pulling a pot out of the cupboard “That was your first mistake.”
“I made other mistakes?”
“Yes” Ilse said filling the pot with water “You killed one of our oldest hens, so we’ll have to stew it and most of all you tried to sneak one past Piers more than once. That simply doesn’t work.”
“But the chicken is for my family”
“Let me guess, you’re an orphan too” Sjostedt said as he stepped in from outside carrying an armful of firewood. That he dumped into a large steel container before opening the door on the front of the stove and throwing a piece of firewood in.
“When did you last see your family?” Ilse asked “The truth.”
“A couple of months ago,” The boy said “After the train dumped us off in Berlin.”
Sjostedt had heard of this “Where did the train come from?”
“Paris” The boy said “They gave us one way tickets to Berlin and were told that scum like us would never come back if we knew what was good for us.”
That had the ring of truth to it and it confirmed what Sjostedt suspected.
“So, you’ve been moving north and stealing to survive?” Sjostedt asked “But stealing isn’t new to you by any means.”
“Piers” Ilse said, slightly taken aback at how harsh Sjostedt was being.
“Do I need to tell her who and what you are?” Sjostedt asked the boy who had stopped plucking the chicken and was staring at the kitchen table almost quivering with fear.
“France has been expelling undesirables” Sjostedt said “The boy’s family didn’t want another mouth to feed after they got dumped in Berlin with nothing so they chased him off.”
“Is that true?” Ilse asked.
The man, Piers, just had a way of seeing right through you, the boy thought. The instant he even thought about trying to bullshit his way out of this. Piers had cut that off as if he’d read the boy’s own thoughts. The truth was that Piers terrified him. The girl seemed to have the same low threshold for lies as her brother even if she was nicer about it.
“Yes” The boy mumbled still staring at the table.
“Back to work” Sjostedt said and stared at the boy until he resumed plucking the chicken, noting with approval that the boy was doing a quick job of it.
“The French are really throwing people out of their country?” Ilse asked “Why would people do something like that?”
“France sort of went crazy during war, everyone did” Sjostedt said “But with the French it went deeper and has lasted longer.”
With that the boy finished plucking the chicken.
“If I can have that” Ilse said as she took the chicken from him and over to the cutting board where she began expertly butchering the bird.
“It’s one thing about Ma or my sisters” Sjostedt said “Stay out of their way in the kitchen or you end up looking like that chicken.” He chuckled when he saw the boy’s face at that comment.
“If you are going to be our guest we might as well know your name” Sjostedt said.
The boy thought for a long moment about how to answer that one. As he had already learned in this house they would just see through it if he said anything other than the truth.
“Django” The boy finally said.
“Then welcome to our home” Sjostedt said.