V – The Gauleiter’s Daughter
HITLERSTADT (formerly Germania (1947-1964), previously Berlin) – capital of the GREATER GERMANIC REICH, conterminous with REICHSGAU Hitlerstadt. The old city was heavily transformed by ALBERT SPEER during the 1940s. The primary air and rail transport hub of the Greater Germanic Reich. An important industrial center. Population (2000) - 5,275,000
Bradley’s Guide to the Reich, Vol. 1 A-M (Leiter & Sons, New York, 2004)
Hitlerstadt Südbahnhof, the larger of the city’s two principal railway stations, is the largest station in Europe (but not the busiest – Hamburg Hauptbahnhof takes the prize there). It is the iron heart of Europe’s rail network, with lines stretching from Nordstern to Naples and from the Atlantic to the Urals, just as Hitlerstadt is the iron heart of the Reich, of the Berlin Pact, of Europe.
When I was born, the great reconstruction of Hitlerstadt was just about complete. (Never mind how much of Hitler and Speer’s original plans had to be cancelled or ‘refined’ owing to their sheer physical impossibility.) The north-south Prachtallee had been finished at the expense of the center of the old city. The Triumphbogen (only twice the size of the Arc de Triomph in Paris) was done. The Volkshalle, the Führerpalast, the Reichstag and the Reich Chancellery had all been completed, even if all of the new buildings (esp. the Volkshalle) were much smaller than initially planned.
By all accounts, old Berlin (or, briefly, Germania) was a more charming city. The gross gigantism of Nazi architecture might have its appeal to some people, but it has a cyclopean character that H.P. Lovecraft and Kao Hsing-han would envy.
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There’s an hour before the train leaves again. Not much time, but enough that I can wander around the station. The scale and details are different, and there are obviously trains instead of planes, but in the essentials, Südbahnhof is just a gigantic version of Brest Guipavas.
Germans in uniforms, all looking the same no matter what the color and cut of their particular outfit is. Railway workers. Railway police. Ordinary police. Wehrmacht. Waffen-SS. Hitler Youth. I start getting cross-eyed.
German newspapers, repeating the same stories with slightly different wording under the decrees of Tröger and the rest of the Propaganda Ministry. All the headlines are SCREAMING AT YOU in very large fonts.
German television shows, regurgitating whatever the Party line is this year. Sci-fi schlock with doe-eyed Fräuleins menaced by sinister space warriors with exaggeratedly ‘slanted eyes’ seem to be the order of the day. I suppose someone in Hitlerstadt is especially angry at China.
Guest workers, recognizable by their cheap overalls prominently labeled G. Mostly Latin, with a few Finns and southeast Europeans sprinkled in. Nazi racial thinking was conveniently revised in the 1950s to elevate Croats, Slovaks, Hungarians and other Balkan people, the so-called Dinaric race, to ‘Partially Germanic’ status. Even so, they’re barely second class residents (not citizens) forced to live in cheap, isolated dormitories and restricted from social contact with Aryans. Fraternization results in both punishing fines and deportation.
I get back on the train before I get sick to my stomach.
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Later, not long after we leave Hitlerstadt behind, I make an expedition to the forward lounge car, that outer fortress of the first class carriages beyond. I want to see how the other half lives.
The people here are definitely of the smart set. Kreisleiters, Heer colonels (or their equivalents in the other services), industrial middle management, and so on. Most (but not all) of them are a bit doughy and a far cry from the ideal set in stone by Arno Breker and his disciples.
Most, but not all.
Among the exceptions is an exceptionally beautiful young brunette in a stylish outfit.
The first thing I notice is a simple one – she’s wearing lipstick.
This may seem like the ultimate in banal observations, but in the Reich (despite what Western films depict), you really don’t find many women who wear make-up. Eighty years of ‘Natürliche Frau’ propaganda have done their part. Only the rich and the radical wear obvious make-up.
I don’t know many radicals who wear five thousand RM dresses, so I’m going to take a guess she’s one of the rich.
Then, as I drift closer on instinct, it hits me. I’ve seen her before. You have, too, probably.
Have you seen Eisenherz or Kapitän Blut? If you have, then you know Sibylle Schreiber, the latest UFA starlet.
I know her.
I know her family history, too. Professional requirement in the old days. I can, or could, tell you where every one of the Reich’s ministers, gauleiters and service chiefs went to school, and their C.V.s as well as those of their spouses and children.
Case in point, Sibylle Schreiber.
Her grandfather Günther fought in the war, was SS Police Chief of Jarmen and then Generalkommisar of Alexanderstadt. Like most of the Eastern chieftains, he got a large, handsome estate near Reval from Hitler and plundered enough to afford an Austrian castle, a Pomeranian hunting lodge and a yacht in Königsberg. Her father Adolf served in a Luftwaffe parachute division and then went moved up the Party ranks until he was appointed Gauleiter of Oberdanpar (roughly the old Soviet Smolensk Oblast) in 2003. Today, the family owns the estate, the castle, the lodge, the yacht, a private jet and three hotels, and has residential use of Engelhardt House in Bockburg. All told, the family's net worth is probably around 2 billion RM.
This fact is concealed from the average German worker, who makes 50,000 RM a year and hears only about the brave military service of grandfather and father in taming the East, the honest hard work of the son (Friedrich, age 27, already leader of a district in Moselland) and the glamour of the daughter. She was an equestrian champion in university, then plunged right into the arms of UFA. Her first role was also her first big role.
I reach her, she looks up, and I offer a glass of champagne I plucked off a waiter’s tray en route.
“May I join you?”
She smiles. “By all means.”
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DORPAT (formerly Tartu, Estonia) – capital of Reichsgau LIVLAND. Site of OSTLAND-UNIVERSITÄT DORPAT, a major center of legal, medical, RACIAL HYGIENE and computer research, as well as a LUFTWAFFE fighter base south of the city in Uellenorm. Population (2000): 51,350.
Bradley’s Guide to the Reich, Vol. 1 A-M (Leiter & Sons, New York, 2004)