Günther Splaz is an Engineer who specialises in ceramic armour compounds. He managed to flee to the US a few weeks after 20/4. He arrives before me at te place of our meeting, and is already eating.
"20/4/1950. No one will forget that day. Five years to the day after the capitulation of the former Soviet Union. Four years after the surrender and annexation of the British Empire.
Things were looking good that day. Kids jumped around, young couples strolled through SiegStrasse, proud veterans enjoyed a life of privilege with their families. The food was good, and the Slavs were servile. The sun shone on a cloudless sky. It seemed as if even the gods approved of Führer and the Nacional Socialists. We were on top of the world.
Everyone but me. That day I was in one of Germania's hospital. My right hand was missing, lost while operating heavy machinery. In a weird way, it was a relief: all the evidence of my previous life was gone, and I could still make myself useful, being left handed.
I've got to say this for the Nazis: they did expend generously in their hospitals, and I had a television receptor on my private room. The impressive view of the Volkshall, visible from all Germania, got boring after a time.
Say what you want about Hitler, but he was a captivating bastard. He appeared young for his age, and the energy he displayed was still inextinguishable. He spoke for an entire hour about something... Space exploration, I think. Neither the immensity of the Hall, nor the 50 thousand, nor that military parade going straight through the dome, diminished his presence... He was unstoppable, the bastard.
He was in the middle of the speech when dust began to fell. It was a little bit at first, like a small puff of smoke. But it grew thick to the point were the Führer stopped talking and looked up. Debris were falling, still small enough to be just annoying. With infinite dignity, he scrubbed the dust off. He started saying something about the Triumph of the Will, i think it was a joke, when a piece of concrete fell in the public. It caused panic among them. Another chunk fell, larger than the one before. Screams could be heard, louder than Hitler's voice. He continued to talk, about the thousand year Reich, unaware of the fleeing masses, or the cracks on the wall forming behind him. Whole sections fell over the people, crushing them... Daylight crept through the dome... Why they kept transmitting after that, I don't know.
We heard rumours during the war about Hitler's insanity. They were all but forgotten until that point. The bastard just kept talking, when an entire section collapsed on top of him, killing Him, the entirety of NSDAP higher ups, and thousands others.
I smiled as I saw from the window. The dome collapsed on top of him and thousands of prominent Nazis. It was a happy day, a celebration day. The sun shone."
"20/4/1950. No one will forget that day. Five years to the day after the capitulation of the former Soviet Union. Four years after the surrender and annexation of the British Empire.
Things were looking good that day. Kids jumped around, young couples strolled through SiegStrasse, proud veterans enjoyed a life of privilege with their families. The food was good, and the Slavs were servile. The sun shone on a cloudless sky. It seemed as if even the gods approved of Führer and the Nacional Socialists. We were on top of the world.
Everyone but me. That day I was in one of Germania's hospital. My right hand was missing, lost while operating heavy machinery. In a weird way, it was a relief: all the evidence of my previous life was gone, and I could still make myself useful, being left handed.
I've got to say this for the Nazis: they did expend generously in their hospitals, and I had a television receptor on my private room. The impressive view of the Volkshall, visible from all Germania, got boring after a time.
Say what you want about Hitler, but he was a captivating bastard. He appeared young for his age, and the energy he displayed was still inextinguishable. He spoke for an entire hour about something... Space exploration, I think. Neither the immensity of the Hall, nor the 50 thousand, nor that military parade going straight through the dome, diminished his presence... He was unstoppable, the bastard.
He was in the middle of the speech when dust began to fell. It was a little bit at first, like a small puff of smoke. But it grew thick to the point were the Führer stopped talking and looked up. Debris were falling, still small enough to be just annoying. With infinite dignity, he scrubbed the dust off. He started saying something about the Triumph of the Will, i think it was a joke, when a piece of concrete fell in the public. It caused panic among them. Another chunk fell, larger than the one before. Screams could be heard, louder than Hitler's voice. He continued to talk, about the thousand year Reich, unaware of the fleeing masses, or the cracks on the wall forming behind him. Whole sections fell over the people, crushing them... Daylight crept through the dome... Why they kept transmitting after that, I don't know.
We heard rumours during the war about Hitler's insanity. They were all but forgotten until that point. The bastard just kept talking, when an entire section collapsed on top of him, killing Him, the entirety of NSDAP higher ups, and thousands others.
I smiled as I saw from the window. The dome collapsed on top of him and thousands of prominent Nazis. It was a happy day, a celebration day. The sun shone."
