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Just something I came up with after reading brunohusker's thread here:
https://www.alternatehistory.com/discussion/showthread.php?t=268976
Well I felt it was getting buried there so here for your enjoyment:
Vienna, 20th april 1912
BUM-BUM-BUM
Adolf Hitler the greatest artistic genius since Michelangelo was woken up by loud knocking on his door.
"Adolf? You awake? Rise and shine my friend!"
"Yes I'm coming give me sometime to wash myself" he screamed through the door. Whelp, that didn't sound good. I had noticed that if he was really angry his screams became like those of a mad man. Not really fitting to an intellectual like him.
"See you in half an hour at breakfast!"
But did Loeffner wake him up already? Yesterday he spend seven hours painting those aquarelles so that today he could have some free time. But what was so special about today again. He looked around his small room until he found yesterdays "Deutsches Volksblatt". He picked it up and looked at the title page: "The need for a greater German empire was never greater!" Ah, yes it was a great article about how the Slavs from the Balkans prevented Austria from becoming part of Germany and how the Habsburg Empire was close to collaps. The only thing that bothered Adolf was the way the author spoke about the jews. Not that he particularly liked jews or anything, he would be glad if he didn't have to spend so much time with them, but most of his business partners were jews and they weren't so bad. Loeffner, Altenberg, Morgenstern all of them where very friendly and hardworking people. But anyway why did he even pick up this paper.
Oh yes, he wanted to check the date. 23rd April 1912 so toady was the 24th.... his birthday. 23. weird. He didn't feel any different. Well he felt hungry, the next payment of his inheritance was overdue, but other wise he didn't feel any different. But it was no use to ponder about things like that Loeffner wanted something.
He stood up, gathered up his things (Why did he even need to clean out his room if he would come back anyway in the evening? Stupid rules.) and went outside. He walked down the hall and climbed down the stairs heading towards the baths. The floorboards crunched beneath his feet.
In front of the shower there was quite a queue of four men, all already disrobed bar their breeches. Adolf immidiatly felt uncomfortable. One of them turned around and greeted Adolf "He Addi!" "Moin Haeusler." "I told you to call me Rudolf!" "Well if you insist Haeusler." "Be careful, I might just slap all your creativity out of you and how would you paint without that?" "Oh I have so much creativity that a simpleton like you hardly could slap it all out." They laughed. They always bantered like this. For a time they even had thought about moving to Germany together, but nether had had money so they quickly forgot about it.
When Adolf got out of the shower Rudolf was busy shaving himself. His full beard was slowly diminished to a little moustache just below the nose. "Huh, what do you think Adolf?" "It makes you look rather silly." "Get the hell out of here you jew lover." "Naturally, Muselmann."
Adolf went down to the dining hall when he entered the first thing he noticed was that there were even more Bosniacs tan yesterday. He sighed. Well the administration wouldn’t listen when he told them that they should kick all the slavs out, so what was he supposed to do? He had to look around for a while until he found Loeffner. He sat down besides him. Loeffner had apparently cooked some beans or something that looked close enough to beans with eggs. “Take what ever you want, except the apple that one is mine.” The apple was so wrinkled that Adolf would not have been able to tell what fruit it had been if Loeffner hadn’t told him. “Yeaaah thanks, but I think I’ll pass.” “What? You telling me that now you are not only celibate but also on a fast?” “No I’m just not hungry.” “Ok anyways, what I wanted to talk to you about: ME and some other guys here wanted to start something bigger. We thought about forming a theater troup and going out onto the plazas and so on and so forth and stage some plays. You know to counter point all that borgouise none sense (and earn some money). Anyways we wanted to ask you if you could paint some scenery.” “Like what? Wagnerian symbols? Valkyries? Sigurd? That sort of thing.” “No. Nononononon. God no. Sorry Addi, but we are gonna do this for simple people from the street, so no pretentious opera shit.” Adolf was starting to get angry. “Well I happen to like that “pretentious opera shit””. “Yes and who doesn’t, but that won’t sell unfortunately. So why don’t you paint some woodland or something.” “You want me to paint woodland?” “If you ont want to I can always ask Leidenroth.” That stung. Leidenroth the other painter. Adolf hated that guy. “I have to go to the bank. I’ll tell you this evening.” Adolf tried to control his legs, so it wasn’t to obvious that he was fleeing the hall. Outside he took a deep breath, well the idea wasn’t to bad, hell if he had some money he could probably even buy enough material to make two sceneries. Loeffners stupid woodland and one that was worthy of the royal opera. Walking along the road Hitler started to paint the scenery in his imagination: Valkyries riding in the backround, Fafnir floating above all, Hagen killing Sigurd in the center, Hildebrand killing Kriemhild in the lower right corner. HE only awoke from his daydreams when he ran into a short man. “Stupid lowlife, can’t you watch where you are walking? It is bad enough that we allow people like you into our lands and now you even begin to OHHELLOMRALTENBERGISNTITAWONDERFULDAY?” “The old jew looked at Adolf for a very long moment than sighed. “Yes Adolf, it I a rather fine day. And I am sorry for interrupting your daydream and therefore will forgive your disrespectful behavior. It is not to be repeat, do you understand?” “YesofcourseMrAltenbergwhateveryousayMrAltenberg.” “Good. And tell me what where you thinking about.” “Aww, only about how much it would cost to paint a scenery for the royal opera.” “Oh, well that would be around 20.000 kronen. But it is a very wonderful dream you have their son. Stick to it. I would be happy to see it come true someday. And if you came that far please don’t forget about your old friends down here in the street will ya?” He chuckled a bit and then went on his way. Adolf looked after him and than went on towards the bank.
They did have his inheritance payment. Finally. Adolf opened the envelope and looked at the number. 500 Kronen. Well that was a quick death for his dream. Slowly Adolf made his way back to the . Suddenly it hit him like a lighting. He didn’t need to paint all of it at once he could begin with one part and than buy new material when he was done with it. It was brilliant! No, HE was brilliant. Of course, could there be any doubt? But still 500 Kronen wasn’t enough he needed at least 2000. But from where should he take that kind of money? He passed the post office and had an idea. The letter he sent was short and to the point:
“Dear brother,
I have unfortunately hid hard times. But do not worry about me. I have a cunning business plan that could not possibly fail. The only thing I require is a credit of about 1500 Kronen.
Greetings,
Adolf”
He received his answer about a month later, when the idea of the theater had already died three weeks ago.
“Dear Adolf,
it saddens me to hear, that Vienna is not treating you good. Unfortunately I don’t have that kind of money to lend you. What I can lend you is the money to come to Brtain. You will ilke it here. Bridget always wanted to meet my family and this seemed like a good opportunity. And William should see his uncle to once in his life. So waddya say? The train ticket to Liverpool is enclosed. If you don’t wanna come just sell it to somebody.
Greetings,
Alois Liverpool, 1st of may 1912
Adolf looked around. Loeffner and HAeusler were talking about some girl Loeffner had something going on with. Two Bosniacs started a fight over in the corner. A cat chased after a rat. None here would ever escape this hell. No one. He smiled.
One day later he was already in Strassburg.
https://www.alternatehistory.com/discussion/showthread.php?t=268976
Well I felt it was getting buried there so here for your enjoyment:
Hitler's Humpen
Chapter One: Einbildung ist auch eine Bildung
Chapter One: Einbildung ist auch eine Bildung
Vienna, 20th april 1912
BUM-BUM-BUM
Adolf Hitler the greatest artistic genius since Michelangelo was woken up by loud knocking on his door.
"Adolf? You awake? Rise and shine my friend!"
"Yes I'm coming give me sometime to wash myself" he screamed through the door. Whelp, that didn't sound good. I had noticed that if he was really angry his screams became like those of a mad man. Not really fitting to an intellectual like him.
"See you in half an hour at breakfast!"
But did Loeffner wake him up already? Yesterday he spend seven hours painting those aquarelles so that today he could have some free time. But what was so special about today again. He looked around his small room until he found yesterdays "Deutsches Volksblatt". He picked it up and looked at the title page: "The need for a greater German empire was never greater!" Ah, yes it was a great article about how the Slavs from the Balkans prevented Austria from becoming part of Germany and how the Habsburg Empire was close to collaps. The only thing that bothered Adolf was the way the author spoke about the jews. Not that he particularly liked jews or anything, he would be glad if he didn't have to spend so much time with them, but most of his business partners were jews and they weren't so bad. Loeffner, Altenberg, Morgenstern all of them where very friendly and hardworking people. But anyway why did he even pick up this paper.
Oh yes, he wanted to check the date. 23rd April 1912 so toady was the 24th.... his birthday. 23. weird. He didn't feel any different. Well he felt hungry, the next payment of his inheritance was overdue, but other wise he didn't feel any different. But it was no use to ponder about things like that Loeffner wanted something.
He stood up, gathered up his things (Why did he even need to clean out his room if he would come back anyway in the evening? Stupid rules.) and went outside. He walked down the hall and climbed down the stairs heading towards the baths. The floorboards crunched beneath his feet.
In front of the shower there was quite a queue of four men, all already disrobed bar their breeches. Adolf immidiatly felt uncomfortable. One of them turned around and greeted Adolf "He Addi!" "Moin Haeusler." "I told you to call me Rudolf!" "Well if you insist Haeusler." "Be careful, I might just slap all your creativity out of you and how would you paint without that?" "Oh I have so much creativity that a simpleton like you hardly could slap it all out." They laughed. They always bantered like this. For a time they even had thought about moving to Germany together, but nether had had money so they quickly forgot about it.
When Adolf got out of the shower Rudolf was busy shaving himself. His full beard was slowly diminished to a little moustache just below the nose. "Huh, what do you think Adolf?" "It makes you look rather silly." "Get the hell out of here you jew lover." "Naturally, Muselmann."
Adolf went down to the dining hall when he entered the first thing he noticed was that there were even more Bosniacs tan yesterday. He sighed. Well the administration wouldn’t listen when he told them that they should kick all the slavs out, so what was he supposed to do? He had to look around for a while until he found Loeffner. He sat down besides him. Loeffner had apparently cooked some beans or something that looked close enough to beans with eggs. “Take what ever you want, except the apple that one is mine.” The apple was so wrinkled that Adolf would not have been able to tell what fruit it had been if Loeffner hadn’t told him. “Yeaaah thanks, but I think I’ll pass.” “What? You telling me that now you are not only celibate but also on a fast?” “No I’m just not hungry.” “Ok anyways, what I wanted to talk to you about: ME and some other guys here wanted to start something bigger. We thought about forming a theater troup and going out onto the plazas and so on and so forth and stage some plays. You know to counter point all that borgouise none sense (and earn some money). Anyways we wanted to ask you if you could paint some scenery.” “Like what? Wagnerian symbols? Valkyries? Sigurd? That sort of thing.” “No. Nononononon. God no. Sorry Addi, but we are gonna do this for simple people from the street, so no pretentious opera shit.” Adolf was starting to get angry. “Well I happen to like that “pretentious opera shit””. “Yes and who doesn’t, but that won’t sell unfortunately. So why don’t you paint some woodland or something.” “You want me to paint woodland?” “If you ont want to I can always ask Leidenroth.” That stung. Leidenroth the other painter. Adolf hated that guy. “I have to go to the bank. I’ll tell you this evening.” Adolf tried to control his legs, so it wasn’t to obvious that he was fleeing the hall. Outside he took a deep breath, well the idea wasn’t to bad, hell if he had some money he could probably even buy enough material to make two sceneries. Loeffners stupid woodland and one that was worthy of the royal opera. Walking along the road Hitler started to paint the scenery in his imagination: Valkyries riding in the backround, Fafnir floating above all, Hagen killing Sigurd in the center, Hildebrand killing Kriemhild in the lower right corner. HE only awoke from his daydreams when he ran into a short man. “Stupid lowlife, can’t you watch where you are walking? It is bad enough that we allow people like you into our lands and now you even begin to OHHELLOMRALTENBERGISNTITAWONDERFULDAY?” “The old jew looked at Adolf for a very long moment than sighed. “Yes Adolf, it I a rather fine day. And I am sorry for interrupting your daydream and therefore will forgive your disrespectful behavior. It is not to be repeat, do you understand?” “YesofcourseMrAltenbergwhateveryousayMrAltenberg.” “Good. And tell me what where you thinking about.” “Aww, only about how much it would cost to paint a scenery for the royal opera.” “Oh, well that would be around 20.000 kronen. But it is a very wonderful dream you have their son. Stick to it. I would be happy to see it come true someday. And if you came that far please don’t forget about your old friends down here in the street will ya?” He chuckled a bit and then went on his way. Adolf looked after him and than went on towards the bank.
They did have his inheritance payment. Finally. Adolf opened the envelope and looked at the number. 500 Kronen. Well that was a quick death for his dream. Slowly Adolf made his way back to the . Suddenly it hit him like a lighting. He didn’t need to paint all of it at once he could begin with one part and than buy new material when he was done with it. It was brilliant! No, HE was brilliant. Of course, could there be any doubt? But still 500 Kronen wasn’t enough he needed at least 2000. But from where should he take that kind of money? He passed the post office and had an idea. The letter he sent was short and to the point:
“Dear brother,
I have unfortunately hid hard times. But do not worry about me. I have a cunning business plan that could not possibly fail. The only thing I require is a credit of about 1500 Kronen.
Greetings,
Adolf”
He received his answer about a month later, when the idea of the theater had already died three weeks ago.
“Dear Adolf,
it saddens me to hear, that Vienna is not treating you good. Unfortunately I don’t have that kind of money to lend you. What I can lend you is the money to come to Brtain. You will ilke it here. Bridget always wanted to meet my family and this seemed like a good opportunity. And William should see his uncle to once in his life. So waddya say? The train ticket to Liverpool is enclosed. If you don’t wanna come just sell it to somebody.
Greetings,
Alois Liverpool, 1st of may 1912
Adolf looked around. Loeffner and HAeusler were talking about some girl Loeffner had something going on with. Two Bosniacs started a fight over in the corner. A cat chased after a rat. None here would ever escape this hell. No one. He smiled.
One day later he was already in Strassburg.