1. Chapter - In my Parents' House
Today it seams like lucky fortune to me, that destiny gave me Braunau am Inn as my Birthplace. This town lies at the border of the two German States, whose rising back to be major Powers once more, and whose reunification seams to us younger ones like a life-task that has to be done, no matter the costs!
German-Austria's Motherland needs to rebuild it's Empire and Position in Europe once again to become economical self-sufficient to survive on it's own. At the same time Germany needs to regain the territories stolen from it in the Great War and reunite it's territory. No, no it doesn't matter if such tasks would be apathetically, yes even if they were risky, they need to be done. The same blood belongs to the same Empire. We and our Hungarian brothers need to cultivate and guide the nations around them to fully civilization once more. It's a morally duty, the same way Germany has the morally duty to regain it's colonies, so it can civilize the savages there with firm guidance and provide the living space needed for it's growing number of sons and daughters. Only when the Austrian Empire once again includes every nation in the Balkan Peninsula, when Germany reunifies all Germans in one state, without threatening their security and nutrition, only then the morally right emerges for a nation and it's people to gain foreign property as their own territory. The Sword then becomes the plow and out of the tears of war grows the staff of live for the posterity. Because of this, the little border town where I was born seams like a symbol to me for a greater task. Bu the little were I was born is a reminder and a warning for another reason too. More then hundred years ago this small jerkwater town would have been the setting of a tragic disaster that would engulf the whole German speaking Nation, giving it the benefit to be eternalized in the annals of German history.
In a time of deep abasement of our German Fatherland the Nurembergan Johannes Palm, a civil bookseller died there, a disowned “Nationalist” and enemy of the French. Persistent he refused to reveal his accomplices and main perpetrators. Similar to Leo Schlageter. But just like the later he was denunciated to France by a government representative. The Augsburg Marshal gained the sad reputation to have done so and gave the example for new German public authorities in the Empire of Mister Severing.
In these from the rays of German Martyrdom golden shimmering town at the Inn, Bavarian in blood, Austrian in State, lived my parents at the end of the eighties of the last century. My father a dutiful Official, my Mother swelling in the household and us children in never ending, lovely care. Only a few things from this period of time remained in my memories today. After just a few years my father left the small town he had come to love, to search Innwards, inside of Germany for a new job.