Herr Kampf
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Herr Kampf

By; David Lewis Aster-Rose

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Herr Kampf, a gentle middle aged Professor of Music at Berlin University, loving father of three, a man of culture, refinement, humanities, and great love, sat across from the SS officer in complete and utter terror. Why was he here? What did they want with him? Was it because his home was on the edge of the Jewish Ghetto? Was it was because he was an "intelectual", a professor, something regarded by the Reich as a "Trouble Maker"?

"Heil Hitler Herr Kampf!!!"

"Heil Hitler Herr Vector!!!"

"I see Herr Kampf!!! I see!!! You are a family man are you not? Three beautiful children, two boys, and a girl, and also a lovely wife, Helga, I beleive! You are also an esteemed Professor at our most esteemed University, a man of great moral value I beleive. I think maybee you are a good German Yes?"

"Yes!!!" Herr Kampf stammered, "I am ALL of those things! We, all of my family, are ALL Good Germans!"

"I have a report here from the Hitler Youth, your eldest, Hans Jr, 12, has been getting very good reports, he seems to have a very keen and clear mind, natural leadership abilities, he is very well respected and looked up to by the other boys. He has never been in any trouble as well! He is to be promoted to group leader over the boys 10 to 12 very soon I see here!"..... "Can we assumb that your younger boy, Niklas, now 8, will also be joining the Hitler youth when he turns 10?"

"Yes Herr Vector!!! Niklas can hardly wait to be in the Hitler Youth!!! He is jealous of Hans Jr's uniform, and sometimes sneaks into his closet to try it on!"

"Ahhh!!!! The impatience of youth!!! But, in this case, I think it is an admirable quality in your younger son, wanting to join so badly before he is old enough!"

"Herr Kampf, tell me, I see in your records you were gifted in mathematics as a student, greatly gifted, you impressed your Professor, Herr Schueller, to the point where he tried everything in his power to get you to consider mathematics, and not music, as your major. He was despondant when you chose music over mathematics, he really beleived you had a singularly gifted talent in this area, this is clear. Why did you not go into mathematics?"

Was this why we were here? To talk about mathematics and music? Herr Kampf relaxed, well, they were not going to arrest him at any rate, they were after some other purpose it seems.

"Well Herr Vector, I have always loved music as my first love, my father was also a professor of music, I play many different instruements, I compose, I just love music with all my heart. As for the mathematics, yes, I do have a talent for mathematics, and I receive many mathematical journals at my home, reading and studying upon them for hours. Math and Music are related you know, having an ability in math, makes me a much better professor of music, and being in music, aids my abilities in math. This is a pet theory of mine, that all musically inclined people also have a higher aptitude for mathematics, I really see no conflict in this."

"Yes Herr Vector, yes indeed! I read one of your lectures to your students on this very subject, and I might add, I was impressed with your ideas, so impressed, that the paper was forwarded to Herr Schueller, who was also greatly impressed! Herr Schueller is a personal freind of mine, a great personal freind, and he remembers you very clearly, this is why you are here today, upon the Request of Professor Schueller!"

"Cigarette Herr Kampf??? These are American Cigarettes, very nice ones!"

Herr Kampf took the offering of the expensive American Cigarette, and Herr Vector lit the cigarette for him, as is a common practice among European Men, they show each other these little courtesies, these little graces, it is not considered effiminate at all for a male friend to open a door for a male friend, light his cigarette for him, and even give him a kiss on the cheek when they meet, or say goodbye, its simply the way men treat each other in Europe, even Nazi Euroupe.

"Herr Kampf, I think I like you, and your family, a great deal. But, I need to ask you somewhat of a personal question. Your boys, Hans and Niklas, would you not rather they be in advanced academic classes, preparing for an intelectual career, such as medicine, or engineering, becoming men more like yourself instead of being groomed to become officers of the SS? Does this bother you at all?"

"No!" Herr Kampf Stammered!!! "Serving the Fatherlund is the highest calling a German can perform!!! I am myself a "public servant", I see no shame in my boys becoming public servants as well!"

"I am very glad to hear that Herr Kampf!!! It eases my mind a great deal!" With that, Herr Vector waved to two SS officers who were standing directly behind Herr Kampf, and had entered the room so quietly that Herr Kampf had not even noticed that they had entered. The two officers left the room as silently as they had entered. This act troubled Herr Kampf, it seems indeed he was being tested, and that the wrong answers could get him arrested, immediately!!!!

Herr Vector leaned over in his chair a bit, arms on his desk, and then said... "Herr Kampf, I have a very serious proposition for you, very serious indeed. The Fatherlund has great need for men skilled in mathematics, especially theoretical mathematics like you. The Reich, is working on a problem right now, a particularly interesting problem. The Furher wishes to develop something that is called an Atomic Weapon, a weapon so powerful, that one single bomb, could entirely destroy a city the size of New York in a matter of seconds! In your mathematical studies, have you ever come across nuclear theories at all?"

"Well yes Herr Vector! I find them to be very intriquing, I have several papers on the subject written by a man named Einstien!! A very brilliant mathematician and physicyst!"

"Ahhh Ha!!!! Yes!!! Herr Einstien, we should have imprisioned him and not let him leave Germany, he is Jew don't you know? And now, he is working for the Americans! We botched that one terribly I am afraid! But none-the-less yes, that is the theory, that is what the Fatherlund wishes to develop!"

"Herr Kampf!!! I am authorized to offer you a commission as a Captain in the SS, working directly under Herr Schueller, who heads the atomic research project. You would be promoted immeadiately into your new position! Herr Kampf... Working for the SS is not without certain worldly rewards as you may know. You would receive a salary of 420 Marks per month, double what you receive as a professor of music, DOUBLE. You would also recieve food ration stamps for you family, young children need hearty food to grow, the Furher Knows this, all German Peoples Employees receive free Food Stamps and free medical cards, ALL OF THEM! And then there are alot of little things too, your uniforms are free, your work shoes are free, travel expenses are free, summer camps to the mountains for the children are free, tution to colleges for SS officers children are free, lots of little bonuses!!! Too many to mention here! You would not be a "foot soldier" Herr Kampf, you would be a scientist, but you would work directly for the SS, and you would wear the uniform of an SS Captain at ALL TIMES, even when you were not working. Is this clear to you so far?"

"Yes Herr Vector!!! Very clear indeed!!! But I have a few questions.... Ummmm.... I have worked for many years to gain residancy at the Universtiy of Berlin, and just received it a few months ago, it is something I have been working for my whole life, I would loose that residancy if I were to resign dear sir!"

"Oh, no, no Herr Kampf!!! Not at all!! Your position with the atomic project would be temporary, a few years perhaps, when the work was done, you would return to your post, at much higher pay I might add! You will be on leave, you will not be resigning, we have ways of preparing these things, trust me on this!... And ummm, by the way Herr Kampf, I see your home mortgage is paid to a Jewish Bank? How interesting, well Herr Kampf, you don't need to pay them anymore! Your house is paid for, in full, by the Third Reich, consider it to be a "sign on bonus" if you would like! Well what do you think of that Herr Kampf? NO MORE HOUSE PAYMENTS! EVER!"

"May I have your answer Herr Kampf? Nuclear Researcher Herr Kampf, I should now say? Captain of the SS Herr Kampf?"

Herr Kampf almost felt like telling the SS officer to go to hell, he HATED the SS, the Third Reich, that horrible uniform little Hans had to wear, the mindless dribble they beat into his young mind relentlessly, HE HATED ALL OF IT! But.... he was a middle aged man, secretely involved with the underground, smuggling Jews out of Germany, apparently they did not suspect this, or he would be in irons right now.... This was his greatest fear when he came to this office, that they had found out, that he was going to a "re-education" camp, his children would be placed in RiechStag Group Home Institutions, and Helga, would be homeless on the streets. This is what he feared when he came here. And what of Herr Sliezmeister? The owner of the local neighborhood bank? When Hans was a young professor starting out, with just Helga, Herr Sliezmeister was the only man, the ONLY BANK, who would loan him money to buy a modest house, nobody else would touch him. It was not an extravagent house by any means, but good, and sturdy, and enough rooms for everyone, even the boys, in a not so good part of town, but not a bad part of town, a perfectly honorable home for a professor and his family. Herr Sliezmeister was his FRIEND, and now he was stealing from him, taking the house away without payment! He wanted to say these things, to just cuss out this animal in the black uniform, and leave, but he said instead....

"My God Herr Vector!!! You give me a house!!! You double my salary!!! My children will go to summer camps in the Alps, something I have never been able to aford for them!! And you MAKE ME A CAPTAIN at DOUBLE my present salary!!! What am I to say? Thank you SIR!!! Thank you very MUCH!!! Your faith in me is not misplaced!!! I will serve you well, and the ReichLund WELL, of this you can be assured!!!!"

Herr Vector smiled broadly, "It is not MY faith in you that brings you here, but our most prominent Physicist, Herr Schueller, who asked for you specifically! And I can see now that I am impressed with his choice of man!"

"There is however one small detail we need to discuss. The research facility concerned with the mathematics of the device is not located here in Berlin, not even Germany, but in Warsaw, Poland, for many reasons I am not free to discuss with you now. Your family will stay in Berlin, in their house, your salary will be split in half, half to your wife, and half to you in Warsaw. You need to be in Warsaw in one weeks time, we have already arranged for your leave from the University, it is all arranged. You need to leave, by train, in two days time. You will be provided with a modest apartment, in Warsaw, not far from where you will be working, modest, but most adequate, and completely free of charge. Your only expenses will be entertainment and food, and the few personal supplies you need for your work. I take it we have an agreement Herr Kampf?"

"Yes Herr Vector!!!! We have an agreement!!!"

""Very good Herr Kampf!!! Very Good indeed! Now, here is the address to your apatment in Warsaw, your address of where you are to report for work, the telephone numbers, the train tickets, your traveling papers, your passport, your visa, and 1000 Marks in cash for setting up your apartment, and incidental expenses. There is no need to file an expense report for the advance, it is an alotment, allready accounted for!.... Ohhh yes, by the way, twice a year for two weeks, you will be allowed to come back to Berlin and spend time with your family, you are after all, a man Herr Kampf, and it is clear, with 3 children that you love women, we cannot deprive you entirely of such a basic need! However we all must make our little sacrafices for the greater good of Germany do we not?"

"Yes Herr Vector!!! And Heil Hitler!"

"Heil Hitler Herr Kampf!"

With that Herr Vector pressed a small electric button on the underside of his desk, the two SS officers returned immediately, proud, strong, handsome, and yet, somehow devoid, empty of the higher education and culture of a man like Herr Kampf, so very different indeed. Herr Vector nodded at them, the men indicated to Herr Kampf that is was time to leave, that they would be taking him home to arrange his travel. "Herr Vector, these two men will be your companions for the next two days, they are the very best of the very best, discrete, intelegent, devoted, they are to protect you until you get on your train."

"Yes Herr Vector!!! And THANK YOU AGAIN!"

With that Herr Vector stood up, gave him the "Seik Heil" Nazi Salute, and Herr Kampf, gentle professor of music, now a Captain of the SS, left the office, and the building in a complete state of shock and disbeleif.

The ride home in the back seat of the luxury Mercedes Benz Town Car was depressing, sad, Herr Kampf could barely hold his tears back. How was he to tell his lovely Helga? What was he to tell them? Helga, Hans Jr. Niklas, Grettle, he loved them all so, they were his life. How was he going to explain to his young Hans, that lovely boy with his fine sense of justice, that after all the "de-programming" they had done in the living room, every time he came back from a Hitler Meeting, that now, now, he was one of those goosestepping blind morons! Now his own father wore that dreaded black uniform, WITH A GUN, how would this affect his young mind? How he wished he had lived in the times of his grandfather instead, times of peace, times when Beetoven was alive, what an honor it would have been to have actually met such men. The car rolled up silently, it was now past 9 PM, the men opened the door for Hans effeciently, standing at attention, giving him the Nazi Salute. Hans returned the salute, and looked up, and there was his precious Hans, staring down at him from his bedroom window, dressed in his night shirt, with a look of absolute horror on his face! As Hans Sr walked towards the doorway of his home, Helga, lovely Helga, middle aged, yet the very flower of womanhood, opened the door for him. How lovely she was, the mother of his children, the love of his life, she still looked like that giddy school girl he had met so many years ago, in Hans heart and mind.

"Hans! Hans! Where have you been? It is so very late! I kept dinner for you!" And she greeted him as she always did, with a gentle sweet kiss on the cheek. Helga drew Hans ear close to her, "Who are these men Hans? Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"No, No dear Helga, no trouble, some business, but no trouble, I will explain it to you at the kitchen table." And Hans kissed his wife again, adoringly.

The two SS officers came up the stairway, they had bundles and packages in their hands. "There are 3 complete unifiorms, five shirts, one pistol, 100 rounds of exploding amunition, boots, an overcoat, your hat and insignias, sox, gun belt, gloves, its all here. a complete uniform! You are to be dressed in your uniform in the morning Captain Kampf!" The men entered the professors house, set the things down on his couch, turned and left immediately. "We will be right outside if you need anything Captain!" And Helga closed the door, cautiously and carefully.

Helga was dumbfounded.... "Hans.... they called you "Captain"!! What does all this mean?"

"Helga, come sit at the kitchen table, bring me my dinner please, and then sit down, we have alot of things to discuss."

Helga did as her husband had asked, she had made a fine potato soup, with lots of cheese, homemade large spicey croutons, potato pancakes, with thick beef gravy, a salad, and of course, a little wine. Helga was a divine cook, a master with making a meal from a few potatoes and a handfull of flour, she had to be, on Hans salary they were lucky to have meat once a week. Hans devoured the feast in moments, Helga waiting patiently, on the verge of crying.

"My dear Helga, love of my life, I have been drafted by the SS, I am now a Captain of the SS."

"My God Hans!!!! You???? In the SS??? WHY???? You are a Professor of Music!!! A man of culture, refinement, love of humanity, you are not like them at all!!! Why would they want you at all? Of what possible use is a man of culture to those animals???"

"It is the mathematics my dear, not the music, they need men of mathematical skill to work on their secret projects, to further their "Empire". I was recommended to them by one of my old mathematical professors, Professor Schueller, you remember him don't you?"

Helga had to pause a moment, it had been years since she had heard that name.... "Ummm.... Yes Hans!!!! I remember him!!!! Ohhh... yes..... I see now, that old rat never got over you not going into mathematics did he? I think he took it as a personal insult!, My God, the old dinosaur must be at least 75 by now!"

"Your right Helga, he did, and now he is a Major in the SS, he is a Professor of Physics, but he is SS. He heads up a special weapons team, in Warsaw, Poland, where they are working on a device of such terible mass destruction the world has never seen such a weapon before! And it all, ALL depends on mathematics, this is why I have been drafted, to work with Schueller, and this horrid device, I am now his student again, whether I wish to be or not, I am sure this brings him no small satisfaction!"

"I hope the old man chokes to death on his sausage!" Exclaimed Helga!!!

They both laughed.... "Well Dear, yes, I have to admidt I had that thought too on the way home!"

By this time the children were now downstairs, gathered around their loving father, there were hugs, and kisses, even from the boys, as is the accepted custom in European Families... even upon the lips..."Welcome home PaPa!!! We missed You!!! We are so glad you are safe!!!"

"My little rascals, my little loves, off to bed!!! Its far too late for you to be up!" And they all scampered away, bounding up the stairs with much racket, as children will, safe in the knowledge that "PaPa" was home safe now.

"Helga, that is not the worst of it, you must be calm, accepting, this is a temporary position, it will last a few years, then we can go back to our own life. But for those few years, things will be difficult. I am to be transfeffed to Warsaw, Poland, for that is where the work is being done."

Helga Gasped!!!! "Poland???? Of all places!!!! That backwards land of potato farmers and sausage makers!!! What an INSULT!!!, There isn't a decent building in the entire country!!!"

"Calm down Helga, calm down, its not that bad, don't beleive the Hitler Propoghanda Machine, its not true at all. My family visited Warsaw when I was a small boy, it is a lovely city, just lovely, no mud huts, no dilapadated rows of rat infested tennement buildings, they are a most gentle, fine, and refined people, trust me on this Helga!"

"I don't care if you were going to Paris Hans! You won't be HOME! Who will be here for little Hans and little Niklas? Hans is like you, he doesn't beleive the hatefull nonesense they shove at him, but Niklas, he is so impressed with the uniforms, the MONEY, the POWER, Niklas NEEDS YOU HANS, if he is to grow into a decent man!"

"Your going to have to guide little Niklas Helga, YOU, my fate is set, I leave for Warsaw the day after tomarrow. Those two SS officers will stay in front of our house, day and night, until I am on the train, there is no escaping this. Not for you, not for me, not for the children, not for any of us, it is best just to accept it, and make the best of it........

Helga began to whimper, and then streams of tears flooded her face, then open sobbing. Hans cradled his love as gently as he could, kissing the tears from her cheeks, rubbing her lovely back, loving her, deeply, the kind of love most of us are never privelidged to know. Thier union was just so precious, when God made them, it was obvious, he had made them for each other. It showed in every way, their love, their loving children, how they took care of each other, and the children together, they had never had a single arguement in all the years they had been together, not one, their home and union was simply love.

"Hans!", Helga finally managed to get out..."Hans????".... Reaching for his hand.... "Lets make love, like we used to when we were in college, and you snuk into my dorm room, all night long, over and over, even doing it the "French" way, which I know you like very much... Lets make love the way we did when we were just school kids.... It may be a very long time until we see each other again."..... Helga was right, of course, it would be a long time, maybee nine or ten months, and the "French" referance had Hans very excited, HE LOVED THAT... he really did.

And they did, they made love all night long, so many times they lost count, and they did everything, EVERYTHING, they had done when they were much more innocent, and much more adventurous. The night was both a goodbye, and a celibration. They were celebrating all those years of passionate love making, those many years, the coming of their lovely children, the pride they had in having children, the love they had for those children, the adulation given to them by their families, 2 fine boys, and a very lovely little girl, all their relatives adored them! They thought of all these things while they gave love to each other, they did not speak of them, but it was there. This was mature love, the love of middle aged parents, something precious beyond description. And yes, it was also a goodbye, for Hans was leaving, to a foriegn land, to face God knows what kinds of danger, it was goodbye as well.


Helga told Niklas and Hans Jr not to go out that day, she broke the news to them as gently as she could. They were to be a family today, going to the zoo, going to the park, having lunch and dinner at nice cafes, it was to be a grand day. She didn't explain to Grettle, she was only 5, she wouldn't have understood a word of it anyways, there is no point in trying to explain anything to 5 year olds. When Hans Sr came down, he was wearing the SS uniform, there was an instruction leaflet in the suits, explaining EXACTLY where everything went, how to dress, they had a manual on the 9mm Luger pistol, it was to be loaded at all times, on his person at all times, two spare clips, in his belt, at all times. He looked, every bit, as a Captain of the SS was supposed to look, despite his backgrund, he looked a formidable SS officer, one not to be toyed with at all.

Hans stared at his "PaPa"... mouth agape, a single tear on his cheek, and simply said.... "Do you beleive in the Nazis Now PaPa?"

Hans Sr nearly cried, "No!!!! Not at all!!! I have been drafted by these monsters and I will co-operate only as far as I have to in order to protect me and all of you!!! Never, Never, Ever think that I chose to be a Nazi!"

Hans Jr, rushed up and kissed his PaPa passionately, on the lips, a priceless kiss, its so unfortunate that Americans have such reservations about a simple kiss between a son and a father, it is lovely, wonderfull, there is nothing wrong with it at all, perhaps one day, Americans will one day realize this, and kiss thier sons too.

"Well!!! We have a day before us it seems!" Hans announced proudly! "A great day!!!! off for crepe suzettes to start I think! All our favorites today!"

The SS officers approached the family professionally. "Herr Kampf, off for a small holiday today I think?"

"Yes, yes indeed, this is my last day with my family for a long time to come, we are going out for crepes, then to the zoo, then lunch, then to row boats in the park, then dinner, then we will come home."

"A nice day indeed Herr Kampf!!! We will of course drive you everywhere, your family will be treated with the upmost civility and respect Herr Captain! And if we might add sir, in the future, do not speak loudly in your house, we do have listening devices.... Nothing will come of it this time, but, Herr Captain, don't speak that way again, do you understand?"

Herr Kampf was shocked, they had listened to the entire nights converstation, and knew his real point of view precisely. "Yes Luetenant! Never Again!" Herr Kampf was going to have to be extreamly carefull, carefull more than his mathematical equations, the security of his life, and his family were at stake, and there was no mistaking it at all.

The day was everything they all hoped it would be, but strange as well. They were being escorted around by two armed SS officers, in a Mercedes Benz Town Car, RiechStag flags flying on the fenders. The doors were opened for them by the SS, the ever present, "Seik Heil Nazi Salute" at every turn of the day. Everywhere they went, people simply moved out of the way, left them alone, utterly alone, no-one dared approach them, or speak to them, or bother them in any way. When they approached street vendors, they fell all over themselves to offer flowers, and candies for the children, at NO CHARGE... When they found a cafe for lunch, a family was simply told to leave to make room for them, their bill was waived, everywhere. This was all so strange to Hans Sr... Hans Jr was pensive, it made him uncomfortable, but Niklas, little impressionable Niklas, was IMPRESSED, he glorified in the attention, the power, the corruption, of the SS, and this disturbed Hans, and Helga deeply. Helga was right, perhaps he should take little Niklas with him, he needed guidance, a great deal of it. He would speak to Helga on this tonight. The day ended on a meloncholy note, they did have their family day, nice cafes, the park, the zoo, candies for the children, but they also had the SS, there was no escaping the terror and power of that black uniforn, ANYWHERE.

When they went to bed that evening, little Niklas ran into his parents room, stark naked, innocent as only an 8 year old child can be, layed on top of his father, and kissed him, over and over. "Thank you for today PaPa! I AM SO PROUD OF YOU NOW!, Now I can boast of you at school!" And Hans did not correct him, for the SS was right outside their door, with their "listening devices", he simply said..."I would have liked to have thought that you have always been proud of me, I am your father, I love you with all my heart, is that not enough?" The young boy scampered off, cute little bottom wiggling as he bounded out the door, oblivious to his fathers subtle message. And Helga and Hans made love again, deep love, tender love, but what they did not know was that love would result in a third son, their family was going to grow yet again, on that very night.

The morning ride to the train station was completely silent. No little chatter, no converstation at all, just utter deafening silence. The two SS officers were inhuman, they had not slept in a proper bed for two days, and yet they looked pressed, clean, alert, shaven. They were machines Herr Kampf thought to himself! Not human at all, but MACHINES. They were handsome young men, very fine figured. Do they not have some love interest in life? Is there NO humanity in these men at all? What motivates, drives, such men? Where is the romance of life in them? And Hans thought mostly of little Niklas, Helga and him had spoken of Hans taking Niklas with him, but Helga convinced him, "A foriegn boy, in a foriegn land, he would be so alone, so feared, the son of an SS officer, he would have no friends at all. It would be worse for him to be in Warsaw, alone, than to be here, and arrogant, I will teach him Hans, Hans Jr will help, we will move him away from the Nazis. They will NOT HAVE our little boy!!! EVER!!!" Hans trusted his love, altho reluctantly, she was never wrong, Niklas would be okay, she would purge this poison from him, he would grow up to be a loving, caring human being, not a monster obsessed with money, and power, and corruption, but a fine human being, something they would be proud of. It may be that Niklas would be 11 or 12 the next time he would be his real father again, the thought sobered him, greatly. They arrived at the main Berlin Train Station, a very busy and confusing place, bustling with thousands of people scrambling to meet dozens of trains headed all over Germany, and Europe. He had no idea where to meet his train, what ramp, what rail number? This was not a problem for the SS officers however, they knew everything, in precise detail, no detail was ever overlooked by the SS, EVER. They led Herr Kampf directly to his train, an ancient steam beast, huffing, and moaning, and hissing, like some dragon from ancient lore. They not only knew which train, at which rail, but also, which car, and which cabin. Such incredible precision frightened Herr Kamf, "Why is there such a need for such precision? Every single little detail is known, planned, accounted for, every last little detail!" The SS officers ushered Herr Kampf into his cabin, stowed his two small bags, filled mostly with mathematical treastise, he would buy new amenities in Praque, he didn't need to bring anything but his uniforms, and his papers, that was all he needed. He settled in...

The SS officers gave their salute, bid Herr Kampf a good journey, and left, not so much as a smile ever having crossed their faces, in the two days Herr Kampf had known them, they never smiled, NOT ONCE. The other passangers came bumbling in, three more to this cabin, and immeadiately, Hans could see the absolute terror on their faces. He was wearing the uniform of an officer of the most brutal police state the world had ever seen, and they all FEARED HIM, greatly. How different it would have been if Hans were wearing his own worn suit, carrying his beloved mandolin, playing a few songs for the others, they would have been fine traveling companions then, having a wonderful time, not mistrusting him at all. But it was not to be, they all settled in, found something to read, and said nothing to him, NOTHING at all, not even a "good morning". Lunch came, and Hans went to lunch alone, it would be three and a half days to Warsaw, a long, long train ride. As he walked down the coridors, and hallways of the train cars, everyone avoided him, no-one looked him in the eyes, small children were gathered and brought close to their parents whenever he came within 20 feet of them. It began to irrate him greatly, "This is all such utter nonesense! I am a music professor! A father! I would never, ever, harm another human being! Especially a child.!" , "What the hell is WRONG with these people?" He sat down to lunch, it was all very reasonably priced, for what it was, but pricey none-the-less. He settled on the least expensive thing on the menu, Polish Sausage, with diced potatoes and diced onions, brocolli, and the house wine. He was a little guilty eating it, when would his precious Hans, Grettle, and Niklas have meat for lunch again? They did have meat for dinner, but almost never for lunch. This fare was extravagant by his standards, but it was the least there was to be had, and it was either this, or go hungry, and Hans did not like going hungry, not at all. He would have preffered a bowl of his lovely Helgas potato soup, he really would have, but there was none to be had on the menu.

The train rolled into Warsaw at noon, hissing and puffing, and grinding to a halt. It had been a gruelling three days, he was bored to death, and in great need of human companionship. Warsaw was stunning, much more beautiful than his childhood memories had told him. It was a jewel of a city, nearly as lovely as Paris, and much more beautiful than Berlin. And the people!!! My god the people!!! Very fair skinned, very handsome, fine strong bodies, they were more "Arian" than the "Arians"! Hans fell instantly in love with this Romantic and Ancient City, and its very handsome people! It was clear now to Hans why the Polish had simply surrendered without a fight, they simply handed Poland over to the Third Reich, completely. They loved their land, their people, their priceless Warsaw so much, they could not bear to have thier jewel destroyed by war, and hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of Poles murdered, maimed, or imprisoned. Poland could have put up a fight, they had the largest, best equipt Army in all of Europe, the largest, most modern tank battallions, motorized artilery batallions, all of that. But their air force was ancient, and practically non existant. When the Germans used thier BlietzKrieg, with their modern, sleek, fast attack planes and bombers, the Polish Military realized, they had made a terrible blunder in not developing a similar air force for Poland. They could have fought them, and probably beat them back and won, but at what cost? The destruction of Warsaw, the destruction of all of their heavy industry? The deaths of so many innocents. It was not worth it to them, not at all, so they gave up, promised complete co-operation with the Third Reich, and in return, their country, their cities, and their people were spared. What a gentle people to have done that, how very gentle.

Hans did not speak Polsih at all, and he knew getting around Warsaw was going to be a chalange to say the least. He found a cabby, who did not speak German either, but by showing the cabby the written address, he took him directly there, very quickly, the fare was ridiculous, a mere 20 German cents, Hans gave him 40 cents and the man was very appreciative. It was a beautiful five story stone apartment building, luxury apartments, probably at least 300 years old. There was a doorman downstairs 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, It had been updated many times, and had an elevator, somewhat of a rarity in older European Apartment buildings."Adequate" Herr Vector had said!!!... "Adequate my ass!!! This place was PALACIAL!" Hans apartment was on the top floor, one of three penthouse suites, he even had a small open private courtyard, with a table, umbrella, and a lovely view of Warsaw. The floors were marble, there were marble pillars in the living room, the two full bathrooms were marble from floor to ceiling, with hand carved granite ancient Roman style baths, and real gold fixtures. The kitchen was as large as the living room in Hans Berlin home. There were two bedrooms, one he decided would become his home office and study, there was even a library with a harpsicord, one of Hans favorite instruements. The place was completely furnished, expensively furnished, very fine antiques, with inlays of ivory and gold, and intricate oriental rugs worth THOUSANDS! Rarely had Hans seen such luxury, except in museums, and now, this was his home. There was a telephone, and a fine stand up radio, even a bouquet of roses, a fine bottle of German wine, with a note from Herr Schueller.... "My wife found this place, we hope you like it, please come to dinner on Sunday. Enjoy your new home.... And WELCOME to Warsaw!" There was a very civil tapping on his door, and there before him, was a middle aged woman. She spoke in broken German... "I am to be your maid and cook! My name is Gloratia. I would like it very much if you would take the time to write down for me the kinds of things you like to eat, I will do all the shopping, I will need 15 Marks per week, to do the shopping for you." Hans gave her 15 Marks, and told her, "I will be eating out this weekend, you do not need to come until Monday."... Gloratia was estatic... the entire weekend off!!! And left happily.

Hans called Herr Schueller, thanked him profusely for the dinner invitation, thanked his wife for the lovely apartment, and asked for directions to his home. Everything was working out very very well, his home was lovely, he even had a spare room if Helga decided that Niklas should come live with him, to "keep him inline". He had the entire weekend before him, with very little to do, his two small bags would be unpacked in moments. Free rent, 225 Marks per month, he would be living like a Czar!!!! He could comfortably afford to eat out every night, he did not even need a cook, it was extravagant, the power of the SS was intoxicating! He was very tired, from three and a half days of traveling, he needed the luxury of a hot bath, he retired early, foregoing dinner altogether, he would have a hearty breakfast in the morning.


Hans rose early, bathed, shaved, dressed in his new uinform, checking his Luger, how he despised it, its only purpose was to kill, such an evil invention. Hans decided to explore Warsaw by foot over the next two days, he preffered walking, he was accustomed to it. On his modest professors salary he did not own a car, few middle class Europeans did. It really wasn't necessary, public transportation all over Europe was affordable, efficient, and extensive. Besides, it was fun to travel with other people, you met so many interesting people on public transportation, some, a few, could become life long friends, and had. So he walked the streets, happily, it was a glorious mid-summers day, sun shinning, a spotting of clouds, warm, but not too warm. He explored ancient Roman Style Buildings, libraries, hospitals, some had been standing for 1,000 years and were still in use, still serviceable. Public Parks, fountains, and streets and streets of apartment buildings, here and there a grand private home, the archetecture of Praque was very varied, representing archetectural styles spanning a milenia. And the cafes!!! So many of them he lost count, cafes of every imaginable cuisine, the aromas coming from the cafes were inviting, they were all excellent cafes, even the more modestly priced ones for the working class. It seemed that EVERYONE in Warsaw ate out!!! They MUST, or the cafes could not remain open! Everywhere he went, the vendors fell all over themselves to cater to Hans, so unlike the fear he had experianced on the train with his native German traveling companions. They were a friendly, accomdating people, they didn't fear Hans at all. There was an expression on their faces that made clear their point of view..."We have an arrangement with your Third Reich!!! We are protected! We are courteous and respectfull of you, co-operating with you fully, and in return, YOU LEAVE US ALONE!"... Anything but war was acceptable to them, ANYTHING! Such a peace loving people, such a gentle people, and so badly maligned by the rest of Europe. His stay in Warsaw was going to be a most pleasant experiance, altho he missed his Helga, and his lovely children, to the point of heartbreak, this city, these people, would ease his stay here.

It was early afternoon, Hans had just had lunch, his much beloved potato soup with bacon bits and lots of cheese, and large spiced croutons. He was standing on a street corner, when he heard the clear clean voice of a young boy ring out in absolutely PERFECT German... "Shine your shoes for ten cents dear sir! I am the best in the city, I will do a fine job for ten cents!" Hans turned around, and there was a handsome Polish boy, very handsome. Blond hair, so blond it was almost white, very sturdy strong legs, from much walking, large hands, powerful hands, and a very fine boys build, a sensuous European build. Hans immediately liked the boy, he was trying to earn a little money to buy some bread, and some potatoes, to help feed his family. He was dressed in very tight, very short shorts, every curve of his young masculinity showed through, a very snug T shirt, wide broad red and white horizontal stripes, and dilapidated old shoes that were obviously too big, probably "hand-me-downs" from his older brother Hans thought. "Yes dear boy, I have been traveling, and walking all day, I could use a good buff I think!".... The boy motioned to him, "Sit here, on the curb! I will buff your boots till they shine like the sun in two twitches!"

The boy worked quickly, efficiently, he was very skilled in his craft. Hans couldn't help but notice how very attractive the boy was, the exposed calves of his legs, the lovely firm, round and plump curve of his bottom, his very boyish, smooth face, a most handsome boy. He could pass for a German Boy, especially with his great skill in German. He also noticed how priceless his mouth was, large full lips, deep pink, against the ivory white of his skin, and very beautifully shaped as well. He was perhaps a year or so younger than his own sweet Hans, probably 11 or so. How he reminded him of Hans, Hans also shined shoes for extra money. He had a "Professional" shoe shine kit, very well made, and lacked for nothing, all his supplies, buffing rags, brushes, many different colors of shoe shine paste, all fit cozily into his wooden kit. "Okay I am done!" announced the boy."

Hans looked down at his shoes, very possibly the best shoe shine he had ever had. "I don't think this is a ten cent shine my dear boy."... The boy gasped! "And what is wrong? I will do it again!"...."No, no, dear boy, that is not what I meant. It is a fine job, I think this is a thirty cent job, not a ten cent one!"...The boy smiled broadly. "Really! Thank you Sir!!! Thank you very much!"... "Tell me son, how is it you come to speak German so perfectly at such a young age?"... As Hans asked this question, he counted out the thirty cents into the boys eager hands.

"Ohh, thats easy!" Excalimed the boy..."My father is a professor of lanquages at Warsaw University... We speak many lanquages at my home! I speak four very well, Polish, German, Spanish, and French!"... Hans was amazed at this, obviously this boy was no mere working class urchin eeking out a living on the streets, he came from a good family, a very good family. "Is that a fact dear boy! I also am a professor, a professor of music at Berlin University, I am here, in Warsaw to do work on mathematics, another skill of mine."

"Really!!!!" Said the boy, "You are not teasing me are you?".... "No, not at all, I am not teasing you, I really am a professor, I wear the uniform of the SS, but I was drafted, I did not join them by my own will.".... "I see said the boy. And do you beleive in the Nazis?" Hans nearly burst into tears, it was the very same question his own beloved Hans Jr. had asked him. "No dear boy, not at all, but you must never repeat that to anyone, I despise the Nazi Party, and all they have done to Germany, and the rest of the world, really I do."... "Somehow I just knew that, I have a sense about people, my mother says I have a psychic gift, like my grandmother." "Tell me young lad, what is your name? May I know your name?" "Ohh, my name is not important, I am just a boy, a SHOE SHINE Boy!"... "It is important to me, I always wish to know who I am employing, even my young people!".... "Well!"... said the boy... "I do not usually give out my name to someone I have just met, but you are different, I will tell you, My name is Davit, Davit Bulkowski, David in your language. It is a Biblical name, it means, "Beloved of God"."... "How endearing young Davit! How your name fits you perfectly!" Davit blushed, obviously this strange SS officer liked him, and Davit knew that.... "May I be your regular shoe shine boy? I need regular customers! May I please?"... "Oh Davit, I do not live close to here, I live on the other side of town, I am exploring the city today, and tomarrow. I do not know when I will be back in this part of town again."... Davit pondered for a moment, "How about employing me as your guide and intrepetuer for today and tomarrow! I know places, places not on the tourist maps, and I know the streets of Warsaw like the back of my hand! If you are with me, you will pay Polish Prices, not tourist prices, it will save you alot of money!".... Hans was very touched at how forward the boy was, he was a very skilled young businessman, finding exactly what his customers needed in a matter of moments!... "I think that would be a most rewarding arrangement young Davit! Half a Mark for the rest of today, and a full Mark for your services tomarrow.!" Davit gasped at his good fortune, a Mark and a half was enough money to buy meat for his family for a WHOLE WEEK! Not extravagant cuts of meat, but MEAT! His family would have MEAT!... "That would be a VERY generous Salary Sir, now may I know your name?"..."Ohhh!!!" Gasped Hans... realizing he had not told the boy allready... "Hans, dear Davit, Hans Kampf! Professor of music at Berlin University, and Captain of the SS." Hans extended his hand, and the boy shook it firmly, a strong confident handshake, befitting a fine working boy who took his services very seriously. "And now my dear Davit, I would like some pastery, for you and me, while you are with me, I will buy you little treats, and feed you. Take us to a nice little pastery shop please!".... "I know exactly the right place, it is not far from here! They have EVERYTHING, French Pasteries, Hungarian Pasteries, Strudel, anything you wish!"... "That sounds lovely Davit, very charming!".

The pastery shop was everything Davit had promised, quaint and charming, with small tables and umbrellas set up for intimacy. Davit did all of the negotiations, in his native Polish, there was no need to prompt him at all, he knew what the duties of a paid guide and companion were. Obviously he had performed this service before in his young life. Davit negotiated the rock bottom prices, insisting not to take advantage of this man, that he was his employer, and he would not stand for his friend to be cheated. Davit had Struedel, cream cheese struedel, his favorite treat. Hans had some Hungarian Poppy Seed Cake, it was divine, and some cappucino, the bakery had an expresso machine as well, another day perhaps. They bounded about Warsaw for the afternoon, Davit taking him down crooked narrow streets, to show him ancient Shrines, and places of historical note, explaining why this place, or that, was important in Polish History, the boy was astounding, his knowledge of Warsaw would have been very impressive for a professional guide, let alone a young lad of 11. Late in the afternoon, Davit took Hans excitedly to a particular Roman Statue, "A very Rare One", Davit expalined to Hans, "You will understand why when you see it, it is most unusual."... "I will not tell you about it untill you see it, It is a surprise!"... Hans could hardly wait, what on Earth could this boy be leading him too? Tucked away in a small alcove, was an ancient statue, perhaps half life-sized, with a latin inscription that neither could read. It was of two adolescent boys, one fully erect, kissing passionately. "This is my favorite statue in all of Warsaw!" Davit exclaimed with full enthusiasm! And then Davit went over to the erect boy, stroked his member lovingly, glanced back at Hans, and licked his lips at him. Hans knew just then, he was being propositioned, this was a homosexual boy, and he wanted to make love to him. The thought did not offend Hans at all, altho he had never had a homosexual experiance in his life, ever, he knew homosexuals, professors at school, students, in Europe, before Hitler, there had been liberation movements, and Hans, and his family, were at ease with them."It brings you good luck in love." Explained Davit. "Come here, rub him, it will make you lucky!" Hans did so, and looked into Davits approving eyes, how beautiful the boys eyes were, like star bursts, deep emerald green, bright green, the brightest green Hans had ever seen, they glowed, absolutely GLOWED. Before Hans knew what was happening, Davit pulled his head down and gave him a quick kiss, on the lips, and said... "Now you will be LUCKY!". Davit explained, that the statue was erected by a Roman Nobelman, who came here, on a journey to explore Poland, he fell in love with a Polish Boy, and commissioned this statue for him, in his memory, for the boy died tragically, in a horsing accident, at this very spot. Hans nearly cried. Davit went on to explain, "During the middle ages, when statues like this one had been defaced, or destroyed, this one had been bricked over, to save it, and here it is now, open to the world again! It is the only one like it in Warsaw.".... "Have I earned my money as your guide Hans?".... "Yes you have Davit, your tour has been very interesting, and very informative!"

"Well!" Davit Said, "It is nearly five O clock, getting close to dinner time. Would you like to come home with me? Have dinner with my Family?" Hans was deeply honored. "I should think that dinner with a professor, you, and your family would be lovely, lovely indeed. But I must INSIST that you take me to a market, to buy some sausage, potatoes, onions, cheese, bread, and some wine. If I am to be your dinner guest, then I insist on helping with dinner!".... "That is very kind of you Hans, very kind, THANK YOU!" David led Hans to a local market, one close to his home, and again, bargained with the vendor very effectively, gaining Hans the benifiet of rock bottom prices on absolutely everything. What a fortunate turn of fate to have met this boy, Hans thought to himself. Davit's apartment building was very old, older than Hans apartement building, not luxurious, but plain, and simple, but very well built, there was no elevator, no doorman. They bounded up the four flights of creaking ancient wooden steps, and came to Davits home. number 401, just off of the steps. At the door step, Hans paid Davit his daily wage, one half of one Mark. "I appologize that I have no Polish currency at this time, all I have is German money."... Davit said, "That is fine, everyone here takes German money! It is not a problem for me!"

Davit opened the door, and excalimed to his family.... "Mama!!! Papa!!! I bring a dinner guest, a FRIEND, he brings FOOD, sausages, and potatoes, and Cheese, and Wine!" Davit relished the anouncement, for they would have MEAT this evening, a rare treat for them! The pair must have looked a little odd, an officer of the SS, holding paper wrapped bundles of food, wrapped in newspapers, and David, an eleven year old boy, holding two very large bottles of wine. Davits father was a very distiniquised looking older man, slight, with a beard, greying, a little older than Hans, perhaps by ten years or so. He looked every bit a learned man of culture. The apartment was very old, worn wooden floors, the furniture was also old, simple, but very serviceable. Everything was immaculately clean, not a speck of dust anywhere, not even on the ceiling moldings. Davits father viewed Hans a little suspiciously... "And to what do we owe the honor of your visit dear sir?".... "Your son, Davit, shined my shoes, and I employed him as a guide and intrepretuer for the afternoon, and for tomarrow as well. I find him to be a most charming companion, you have done an excellant job in raising your boy dear sir!".... "Welcome my dear sir! Welcome to my Home! You are most welcome here! This is my wife, Dorotay, and my older son, Joseph, he is 14." Joseph was a very pensive 14 year old, it was obvious he was very uncomfortable with the SS uniform. Davits father walked up to Hans, "Estephan Sir, Estaphan Bulkowski, professor of lanquages at the University!"... Hans shook his hand, it was the same integrity of hand shake little Davit had given him, firm, and full of pride. "Hans, Estepahn, Hans Kampf!!! Professor of Music at Berlin University! It is an honor to meet you dear sir, I crave the company of cultured people, I am new to Warsaw, just having arrived yesterday. I am honored to meet you, and be a guest in your home!" As Hans and Estephan were talking, Hans noticed that Davit gave to his mother, Dorotay, all of the money he had made that day, he didn't even keep so much as a penny for himself to buy a penny candy with. Dorotays mouth dropped open, to them, it was a lot of money, and she gave back to Davit, what appeared to be 10 cents, enough for several candies, or a pastery treat of some kind. "Please sit here, Hans, on the couch, next to Joseph, let us chat, and get to know each other while Dorotay prepares our dinner!"... "So, you are a professor of music are you? I have a Mandolin, I play a little, and Joseph, loves the flute, altho we had to pawn it, these are very hard times for us here in Warsaw. Do you play the mandolin? Would you grace us with some music this evening? We have no radio anymore, certain, ummm, persons, took it away."

Hans could not beleive he was not in Berlin, the professors German was immaculate, perfect, as good as a native German intelectual, he was indeed a very skilled linguist. They all spoke German, altho Josephs German was not so good, he had a heavy Polish accent, but his vocabulary, his diction, his sentence structure, was indeed, as good as his fathers. They were all very, very bright people. What great luck he had in meeting little Davit, these people were charming, sophisticated, and he hoped dearly they could be good friends, all of them. "Yes Herr Bulkowski, I do indeed play the mandolin, I play a great many intruements, some ten all told, and I have a harpsicord at my apartment, and a radio, perhaps I can invite you, and your family to my apartment next Sunday?"... "I would be honored to be your guest Herr Kampf, and so would my family, Is that not so Joseph?" And Estephan jidded his older son, poking him in the ribs with his forefinger... The boy jumped, smiled at his father, and said.... "Yes! That would be a real treat! To hear the classical broadcasts from Vienna again!".... "So it is settled then... Dinner at my home, next Sunday!" Hans exclaimed. "Lets try some of your wine before dinner shall we? It seems Davit picked out some good wine!"... Suggested Estephan. They all laughed heartily, even Joseph, who was beginning to laugh, to be a boy again, he was very charming it seems. This man, this SS officer, was not a threat to their family at all, and Joseph was accepting that. When Estephan brought a tray with four glasses of wine, one for even little Davit, he also brought his mandolin, and layed it upon Hans lap.... "First the wine, then some music please, if it pleases you Herr Kampf!" Estephan suggested. The wine was powerful, woody, a most unusual flavor, very good wine, Davit, it seems was a studied gourmet, along with his other talents. German wine was stout, but this Polish wine was very intoxicating, even by German standards! Davit savored the wine, often looking up, and looked at Hans very lovingly, very approvingly, there was a knowing about the boy, that was exciting to Hans, at a primal level. And Hans played the mandolin, beautifully, Hans was very skilled in his lifes calling as well, he was one of the very best music professors in Germany, the students clamored to be in his class, some actually bribing other students to have their position in line, such was his reputation. He played ancient Galic love songs, Scandanavian love songs, he avoided German compositions, and concentrated on his knowledge of European Music, he even played a couple of Polish folk songs, much to the delight of this lovely family.

Little Davit crawled up into Hans lap, much as his own Hans Jr., and Niklas, and Grettle did, placing his arm around Hans neck, giving him a sweet innocent kiss on the cheek every now and then, It was clear, Davit was indeed very, very fond of Hans. The family apparently approved of their friendship, for when Hans looked at them, there was only understanding, and trust, in their eyes. Little Davit was safe with him, very safe indeed, and they all knew that. Dinner was incredible, it was astounding what Dorotay could do with such simple fare, the best Polish Sausage Hans had ever had, cooked to perfection, plump, and juicy, not scorched at all, finely diced potatoes, with finely diced onions, mixed with melted cheese, Dorotay had added some garden fresh peas, crisp, delicious, served with garlic butter. It was a fine meal. Hans had purchased enough of everything so that everyone was filled to a brim, not a mere taste of sausage, but enough to fill them up. They sat around, after dinner, eating some peach cobbler that Dorotay had made earlier that day, drinking wine, that powerful Polilsh Wine, and Hans played some more, even though Hans voice was not the best, he sang to a couple, and to his surprise, the family knew the songs, and sang along, it was a most satisfying evening with new friends.

It got very late, and Hans looked at his watch, 11:20 PM. "I must be going!" He said. And Dorotay spoke up, "You have hired Davit to be your guide tomarrow, why not stay here the night? It is very late, and Davit will not mind sharing his bed with you, he is very fond of you, and so are we!" Hans was reluctant to accept, but when he stood up, and realized the effect of the evenings wine, he had to agree, it was a very long way to his apartment, and so accepted Dorotays kind invitation. Davit undressed completely, as was his habit, and Hans did the same. When he layed down in the bed, Davit pressed himself up against him, and the boy was fully excited, he kissed Hans on the lips, passionately, caressing his back as he did so, and Hans kissed him back, just as sweetly. Then Davit did something that shocked Hans greatly, he reached down, and fondled Hans, as only his wife had ever done before. Hans did not wish to insult the young boy, and so allowed him the indulgence, altho he was a little uncomfortable with the arrangement. Hans did not fondle the boy in return, preferring to just cuddle him, stroke his back, gently caress his bottom, and so they fell to sleep, holding each other lovingly.

Hans awakened late, 9:00 AM, dressed, and went out into the living room, where Davit was waiting patiently, wearing again that same too right outfit, looking a little pensive himself. Dorotay had prepared breakfast for him, potato pancakes, with a thick beef gravy, and some scrambled eggs. No meat at all. It was as if his own wife had made breakfast. As Hans ate, Davit came up to him and whispered in his ear, "Do I dissapoint you In some way?" And Hans looked at him, a little confused, "No Davit, not at all, you are a lovely boy, really you are!"... And Davit smiled, that charming captivating toothy smile of a very lovely eleven year old boy.Well Dorotay!!! Little Davit and I shall be off! It was a lovely evening, and a wonderful breakfast! And Hans took out a 1 Mark note, and pressed it into Dorotays palm. "This is for your family dear lady, a little something to say "Thank You" With. Dorotay did not even look at the note, but instead, kissed Hans on the cheek, "Thank dear sir! You are indeed a gentleman! You did not take advantage of our little Davit, he told us, he tells us everything, you are a rare man in ANY country! And we approve of your friendship with Davit whole heartedly! Come back and visit ANYTIME, anytime at all! Our home is open to you!"

And so, Herr Kampf, Captain of the SS, left, with his adoring Davit in tow. They had a wonderful day, and Davit insisted on visiting that very special statue again, this time with a bundle of roses, to place at the feet of the statue, a very touching gesture on the part of the boy, in rememberance of a love that had occured, centuries ago. Hans wondered if the boy desired such a relationship with him, how similar it was, a conquering nation, an officer of a foriegn land, in Warsaw, with a lovely boy, who was obviously sexually attracted to him, and WITH the approval of his family. Davit had brought his shoe shine kit with him, asking Hans, "Do you mind if I shine a few shoes here and there? My family needs the extra money, really we do." Hans agreed, reluctantly, "Well dear Davit, I have employed you at a salary of one Mark for today, for today, I do not mind, but in the future, please leave your shoe shine kit at home. If you would like more of a daily salary, say, one and one quarter Marks, I will pay you that, but for today, you may." And Davit did, occassionally he would spot a well dressed man, a man who obviously had money to spare, with shoes that needed shining, and he would approach the man, confidently, striking a pose, arching his back, hands on his hips, clearly showing the outline of his maleness, the boy was as well endowed as most 14 year olds, and he was a mere 11, and the unending charm of his smile. No-one turned him down, even men who were obviously not homosexually inclined, were attracted to this boy, he was that lovely, that charming. With a grace of presence well beyond his years. Altogether Davit shined 5 pairs of shoes that morning, he could have easily done 15 or 20, but restrained himself, 15 cents here, 20 cents there, the price was different for everyone, little by little he increased his modest wealth. Hans realized that the ten cents he offered him was a beginers one time offer, something to "hook him in", and Hans chuckled to himself, this boy was very inteligent, very clever, he would probably be very wealthy by the time he was middle aged.

"Well Dear Davit, it is time for lunch, I will trust your expert opinion, something local, something Polish, nice, but not too expensive, with tables on the sidewalk, I very much like eating on the sidewalk!".... "I know the PERFECT place, Parogies! Have you ever had Polish Parogies?".... Hans had to admit he had never heard of them. "No, not at all, what are they?" "Well" said Davit, "They are like very large Raveloies, only they are boiled, then fried, in garlic and olive oil. You can have them stuffed any way you like, with mashed potatoes and fresh spices, mashed potatoes and cheese, or mashed potatoes with ground meat, but always, they have the mashed potatoes! They are very good, very filling, and very inexpensive! I like the ones with meat, and covered with grilled onions, mushrooms, and sour cream! I like those the best!" There was a twinkle in Davits eyes, knowing his new friend would indulge him this modest request. "Well then Davit, meat parogies it is! For the both of us! They sound very good to me!"

The tiny little cafe was adorable, only 4 tables out front, they were in luck, one was available. The owner was most gracious, looking at Davit, apparently a regular customer, surveyed Herr Kampf, and smiled approvingly. What Herr Kampf did not know, was that this establishment was a favorite among street boys bringing their customers to him, they gave him a great deal of business, and he treated them with complete respect, and anonimity, never aksing their names. The parogies were heavenly, just wonderful, Hans was greatly impressed with this boys understanding of cuisine. But in retrospect, over the years, Hans realized, that most European Children were very sophisticated with the basic needs of life. Common European people preffered not to spend their money on luxurious places to live, or extreamly expensive clothing, they preferred to eat very very well. They knew, that good wholesome nutritious food was the key to long life, and long health. They would live in a very modest apartment, with very modest furnishings, wearing very modest clothing, many would buy used clothing, but eat as the upper classes of Germany ate, spending most of their income on food, and wine, not the other things in life. As a result the European children were healthy beyond beleif, very beautiful, even the plain children were more lovely than very nice looking German Children. This impressed Hans, they love their children so very much, giving them all the opportunities they themselves may not have had when they were young. The per capita ratio of college graduates in Poland was the very highest in Europe, and most of them were from working class families. The fare for the meal was barely one third of a Mark, a ridiculous amount of money, including two glasses of iced lemonaide for the both of them. Hans left the man with a full half Mark, a generous tip in those days, but one Hans could well afford. And the owner just looked at him, and smiled, shook his hand, and said in Polish, "Please do come back. And bring your young friend with you!", Davit translated for him. The love and understanding of these people overwhelmed Hans, never had he met such people, and it was likely they were uinique in the world. He probably never would meet another people such as these. He was falling deeply in love, with Warsaw, with the Polish People, and with this lovely boy of Poland, very deeply in love.

"And what now my little Davit?" Hans asked, "What wonderful surprises do you have for me for the afternoon?"... Davit looked down at Hans shoes, and said, "You need a buff! It is part of the Mark, nothing extra, sit here on the curb!" And Hans did, and the boy was done in less than four minutes, expertly done, Davit explained to Hans he had been a street shoe shine boy since he was seven, five years experiance, there were no shoes in Prague, however old and worn, he could not make shine as if they were brand new! Hans beleived every word of it, it was obvious the boy was an expert in this area. When the boy finished, Hans announced to him, "Davit, I have a business proposition for you.".... Davit looked up, smiling broadly, "I think I would like to hire you permanantly, as my private young gentleman companion and intrepretuer. At a rate of five Marks per week. During the week I will barely need your services, since I work, but on the weekends, I would very much like your company, and I will pay your for your time. very well." David was elated, he could hardly beleive his good fortune! Five Marks per week was enough to buy meat for his family for a MONTH, and he would be receiving this princely sum EVERY WEEK! There would be wine, and cheese, and FRESH BREAD, and spices they could not afford before! Not the two day old bread his family bought, BUT FRESH BREAD, soft and delicious, still smelling of the brick ovens! David Jumped into Hans arms, and kissed him, very sweetly, very sincerely, and Hans did not care who on the street may have seen it. Hans took out a 5 Mark note, folded it neatly, and placed it into Davits large, strong masculine hand. "This is for this week, normally, from now on, I will pay you on Friday, but this is our first week, so today you get paid on Sunday, for the week, even though it has only been two days, it is a show of trust in our arangement. Do you agree to be my paid companion young Davit?".... David practically squealed his answer. "Oh YES, YES!!!! I am thrilled to be in your employ! Just Thrilled!", and hugged and kissed him again. "No more shoe shines for you Davit, you are now the companion of a German Gentleman, and I wish you to look accordingly, take us now to a boys clothing shop, I am going to buy you some new clothes, clothes that fit you properly, clothing befitting a young gentleman. Loose fitting pleated linnen slacks, nice new shoes that are your size, nice sox, nice boys shirts, ones that are open at the top, pullovers, befitting a young boy, good sturdy clothing that you will not outwear, but outgrow, and then you can sell them to a used clothing shop when you are too big for them." David responded, "I know a very nice shop, good quality boys clothing, not expensive, but very good quality, exactly what you have described!"... "Then take us there Davit, this afternoon is for you, not me."

Davit looked up at Hans, and smiled coyly, then said.... "Are you my boyfriend now?"

Hans was shocked, nearly to a point of terror, was he that inept? Could the boy see through him that clearly? But the boy was painfully correct, he WAS propositioning the boy, it was the truth, against all better judgement. Hans desired this child of Prague, feircely, he excited him. He never knew that a male could excite him like this, this was all very new to him, and this mere child, was desirable in a way Hans had never known, but wanted to know, intimately. He was just so very lovely, what a privelidge it would be to love him physically, to love this sweet, tender, inteligent boy.

"Well Davit, if you wish to call me your "boyfriend", privately, between you and me, you may. But to the public, to all on the street, you are my intrepretuer, my guide, my young personal assistant. I have a need for propriety, for good manners and good taste, do you understand young Davit?"

"I understnd completely Herr Kampf! Do you wish me to call you Herr Kamf, or is Hans acceptable to you?".... "Hans will do just fine Davit, just fine, only when you are at my home, and I have adult visitors, you should call me "Herr Kampf", in all other dealings, I am just Hans to you, Okay?"

"Great said David, GREAT!".... "You know Hans what my brother calls me?".... "No Davit, I do not know."... "He calls me a sellout, a "Bent Boy", do you know what that means?"... "No Davit, I don't know what that means, this "Bent Boy".".... "It means I like men, and boys, I don't like girls, not that way, I like males, that is what it means."..."I see said Hans, well, you are not "Bent" to me at all dear Davit, not at all, I find you very appealing, in all ways, I will never call you a name, never hurt your feelings, and I would like it very much, if you would help me with your older brother, I would like him to like me too."..."Do you desire my older brother too? He sometimes goes with males as well, altho he prefers girls, he does do things with males too!!! It can be arranged!".... Hans was a little taken aback... "Ummm, no Davit, he is a lovely boy, but it is your company I desire, I am inept at this sort of thing, I will need you to be patient with me, I know it sounds silly, but you, dear boy, will need to teach me about certain things." Davit just smiled.... "Oh, I can do that, I have been "active" with men and boys since I was eight, I will teach you very, very well, you can count on it!" With that, Davit wrapped his arms around Hans neck, and gave him a deep French Kiss, yes indeed, the boy was skilled in this as well, unbeleivably skilled. And it was apparent to Hans that he would know this boy, very intimately, what Hans did not know, is that he was becoming a boy lover, a member of a secret underground, and that this child, would have an impact on his life that no other human being in his life ever had, including his lovely Helga.

Davit led Hans to a moderately sized boys clothing shop, Hans, skilled in mathematics, could perform the currency conversions in his head, instantly, this was a time before calculators, before computers, people calculated with their minds in those days, with as much accuracy and speed as poking at cold plastic buttons today. It was a skill taught at schools, everyone could do it, from factory workers, to professors, it was simply a life skill you needed to be able to do. Everything was very modestly priced, and very high quality, the linnen slacks Davit preferred, were a mere Mark, cheap by German standards, very cheap, Hans insisted he pick out three pairs. Then the shirts, Davit took off his own shirt, and ran about the shop shirtless, the boys physique was both lovely and sensual, the hint of manhood to come, in very subtle curves, the brilliance of his pure white skin, with pink overtones on his nipples, large firm nipples, very pronounced, something Hans found to be very erotic. He allready had the ripplings of a very strong tummy, not so pronounced as an older boy, but apparent, delicate, very masculine indeed. Hans breathed deeply, to catch a scent of the boys body odor, something Americans find to be a tad offensive, but Europeans find to be exotic, the afirmation of that persons human nature. Davit found a shirt he liked, a pure white muslin shirt, open half way down, only buttons on the top, Hans approved, and told Davit... "Two more, pick out two more, ANYTHING you would like." And Davit did, a deep red one, fine cotton, this one with buttons all the way down, and another, a short sleeved shirt, brightly colored, Davit explained to Hans, "This is called a Hawaiin Shirt in America, they are very popular there, I have wanted one for AGES, it is a little more money, because it is imported, but may I?".... How could he resist his little friend? He wanted a wild shirt, so be it, let him have the shirt! "Of course Dear Davit, you may have this American Hawaiin shirt, by all means!" And the shoes, Hans insisted on the very best in the shop, no cheap shoes for his little Davit, he would be walking a great deal, to and from his apartment, they must fit properly, be very thick soled, to protect his feet, and last, again, he would outgrow them before they wore out..... "I know it is summer, but winter will come, a good warm long overcoat for you, and gloves, and a nice boys hat to keep you warm!"... Hans drew Davit near to him.... "You always buy good winter coats in summer, the price is lower, haggle with the shopkeeper, get the best price you can!"... Davit was elated again... Hans TRUSTED him, and he did exactly as he said, getting a very fine, thick, wool coat, fur lined, for half the asking price of 20 Marks, a mere 10 marks, the saleslady threw in a fine pair of fur lined leather gloves, a half Mark value, FOR FREE! Davit was very pleased with himself, and Hans was very pleased with him as well. Davit insisted on changing into his first selections and his new shoes, in the changing room, and the sales lady bundled up the clothes, both old and new, into plain brown paper packages wrapped with string. When Davit came out, he stood before a mirror, and excalimed, "I do look like a gentleman now! Really I do! Thank you so MUCH HANS!", and hugged Hans with complete affection.

As they strolled out of the boys shop, Davit asked Hans... "May we go to your apartment? If I am to be your companion, and personal assistant, I need to know where you live, so I can find you!"... Hans agreed, "But dear Davit, it is now 2:00 PM, and I have a dinner engagement at 6:00 PM tonight, with my immediate supervisor at work, lets take a cab shall we, and I will give you cab fare home.".... "Oh", said Davit, "Then I am not to spend the night with you? I had planned on that, and already asked permission from my parents before you woke up, It has all been arranged!".... Hans was astounded, how accepting these lovely people were, their son was a "Bent Boy", a homosexual boy, and they just accepted it, and his older friends, how very civilized they all were, how profoundly civilized. "Well Davit, allright, when we get to my apartment, I will call my supervisor, Herr Schueller, and explain to him, that I have engaged a young assistant and entrepretuer, and it is my desire, if he will allow, to invite you to his home as well, then you can spend the night with me, but do NOT mention our arrangement to my superior, as I said, I have a need for propriety.".... Davit sighed, and looked at Hans with a precious boyhood look of impatience.... "I am not STUPID Hans... Bent, but NOT STUPID!".... They both laughed heartily.

Davit hailed a Polish cab for Hans, asked Hans the address, and told the cabby in Polish. Then remarked to Hans... "Your apartment is in the very best part of town Hans, the VERY BEST, I suspect you have marble floors, and many rooms, perhaps even a private open plaza.".... Hans was again amazed, "You are exactly right Dear Davit, it is a lovely apartment, very extravagant, and I would like you to do me a favor when we get there, I want you to call my cook, and expain to her that I do not require a cook, I prefer my privacy, I will leave 50 Marks, with the doorman, for her, as serverance pay, that is two months salary for her." Davit said... "That would be very wise Hans, you will be needing your privacy...." And left it at that. When they arrived at the apartment building, the doorman opened the door, and bowed to both Hans and Davit, he treated them both with great respect and regaurd, obviously as worldly a man as everyone he had met so far in Warsaw. No strange looks, no suspicious looks, just acceptance, that this SS officer now had a young companion, it was all very normal to him, nothing out of the ordinary at all. Perfectly alright in fact, obviously, the young boy would profit from this, and it would help his family, it was all very fine with the doorman, in fact, in his younger days, he had done exactly the same thing. Who was he to judge another man, German or not, SS or not, it was none of his business, and he would not make it his business. Hans Tipped him, a full Mark, and Davit said to him in Polish, "He is a gentleman, treat him well, and he will treat you very well!".... The doorman simply smiled, adoringly, at this very charming young boy. "Now Davit", said Hans, "Explain to the doorman that I wish to leave 50 Marks, in hard German Currency, with him, for my cook and maid, and he is to see to it that she gets it, I am trusting him upon his honor with this sum of money."... Hans gave the doorman two twenties and a ten, and another Mark as a tip for the service. The doorman beamed... "Rest assured Herr Kampf, she will receive her money, its as good as in her pocket!". Davit traslated for Hans, and Hans shook his hand. Then added, "This young lad is my hired guide and translator, he will sometimes spend the night with me, as my assistant, I hope you understand that our arrangement is nothing but honorable, we have the approval of his family, whom I have met with."... Davit translated, and the doorman replied, "Sir, only quality people live here, it is very expensive here, I would never surmise ANYTHING otherwise!", And Hans gave him yet another Mark Note, and the doorman accepted it with complete dignity, bowing again to both Davit, and Hans. And they parted, up that elegant cast iron elevator in the lobby, up to Hans apartment.

The power of the SS, the shear weight of the power of expendable money, was starting to effect Hans, slowly, insiduously, though he did not know it himself, it was changing him, a tiny little step at a time. There was NOTHING, NOTHING, money could not do, absolutely NOTHING, and Hans was begining to understand this very basic fact of human culture. How he would allow this to affect him ultimately, only time, and the character of Hans himself would predict, but Hans was becoming aware of it himself, subconciously. He resolved himself, at an inner level, not at a concious one, not to allow power and money to corrupt him, EVER. He was a loving man, a man of humanity and culture, a man in love with all the rest of humanity, he refused to be corrupted, ABSOLUTELY REFUSED. His soul rejected the concept utterly. And soon, Hans would acknowledge this very basic idiom of his character at a concious level, and Davit, sweet little Davit, would be the guide to his own soul.

Davit was astounded at the luxury of Hans apartment , he went dashing around the place, here and there, exclaiming, "Wow!!", and "How Beautiful!!", he was very impressed with the carved granite bathtub and caressed it, exclaiming "This is Roman isn't it?". Hans went to the kitchen, cut a couple of slices of sweet cottage cheese struedel, two glasses of German wine, Reisling, and he and Davit sat out on his private veranda, having their pastry, sipping the fine German Wine, and chatting politely, taking in the lovely view from the fifth floor. When they were done, Hans took Davit to the living room, tuned in a classical station on the radio, and he sat down on the couch. Davit followed his lead, taking off his shoes, but he layed up against Hans on his chest, and started to caress Hans legs, gently, tenderly. Hans unbuttoned Davits shirt, and caressed and massaged the fine young chest and tummy of his ivory white skin, becoming very excited as he did so, fully excited. The boys skin was as soft as a young girls, and so very sensuous, his belly button was very sexy to Hans, and the boy had very large, pronounced nipples, which Hans fondled endlessly. Davit turned around, and removed his shirt, then removed Hans shirt, and kissed Hans many, many times on his tummy, belly button, and chest, Hans also had very pronounced male nipples, and Davit seemed to delight in suckling on them, something Hans had never experianced before. The sensation drove him wild, he never knew the nipples could be an erotic area of the male body before. By this time, Hans was openly caressing the boys bottom, slipping his hand between his legs, and rubbing him between his legs. He could feel the boy was fully excited, being pressed up against Hans tummy, and the boy would occassionally rub himself, firmly, against Hans tummy. Hans loved the feeling of Davits fully excited member pressed up against him, rubbing up against him feverishly. The boy was very large for eleven, perhaps 6 inches or so, he was developed enough that Hans thought he would be very satisfying as a young partner. Davit became very bold, he unbutoned Hans trousers, unzipped them, pulled his underwear down, and looped them under Hans large balls, exposing his private area completely. He then kissed Hans member, suckle kisses, starting at the base, and working up, ever so slowly. Hans was a large man, perhaps nine and a half inches when very excited, this seemed to please Davit greatly. Hans quickly and deftly slipped his hand under Davit's trousers, How firm the boy was, he was like steel, he could feel his heartbeat pulsing in that strong young member. The boys balls were like silk, very soft, very tender, this exited Hans to a near frenzy. He unbuttoned, and unzipped the boys trousers. Davit stood up, and removed his pants and underwear, he was now completely naked, in Hans living room, what a lovely site he was, his private area was so young, so tender, they were tinged with pink, exciting Hans to a fever pitch, he had no body hair at all, none, not even on his legs. Hans quickly removed the remainder of his clothes, stood up, gathered Davit in his arms, cradling him, and carried him back to his bedchambers, where he layed his little loving prize down with extreame gentleness and caring. Davit weighed perhaps 90lbs, despite his fine build, and Hans could carry him as if he weighed nearly nothing. He had a very nice bottom, even better than Hans had suspected, perfectly round, firm, but not too firm, large, but not too large, Hans loved feeling his bottom pressed up against his arm and body as he carried him.

There, in the bedchambers of Herr Kampfs apartment, a man who had never experianced male physical love before in his life, fell deeply in love with a mere boy, a boy of only 11 years of age. Davit was very skilled, and very patient, teaching Hans the gentle art of suckling, Hans enjoyed it very very much, suckling on the boys member, having him thrust and buck at him like a young pony, having him orgasm in his mouth, pulsing over and over, again and again, wave after wave of thick creamy, warm cumm, he swallowed every last droplet of it. He burried his face in Davits sweet loins, absolutely devouring him, taking in not only his member, but his balls as well, and forcing his toungue under his balls and between his legs, Davit squealed with pleasure, and Hans loved giving him such pleasure. He was so soft, so young, so willing, and just so lovely, it was intoxicating to Hans, he was dizzy with lust for this boy. Hans caressed Davit endlessly, caressing his back, his bottom, his legs. Hans was laying on his back, propped up against the headboard of his massive bed, Davit was stratling him, on his knees, his loins grinding and thrusting into Hans face, with Hans hands pressed firmly on the boys buttocks, ramming him into his face hungrily. The boy held Hans hair on the back of his head, ramming his face into him as he bucked, ever so fervently, ever so furiously, it was absolute lust. The lust of a boy for a man, the lust of a man for a boy. They were a perfect match, every heartbeat was felt and adored by both, every lick, every caress, every touch was infinite pleasure for both of them. These moments, the moments they made love for the first time, would be fondly remembered by both for the rest of thier lives. Davit was not being abused, he wanted to love this most unusual and cultured man, for he was falling as deeply in love with Hans as Hans was falling in love with him. Hans was not being used by the boy either, for he wanted to know this most exotic of Polish Boys, wanted to know him intimately, and Davit was teaching him how males made love together. When Davit was spent, he leaned down and kissed Hans, passionately, for the longest time, exchanging toungues in the French way. Then Davit collapsed onto Hans bare chest, and they just layed there, hugging, caressing, like they had never made love to anyone before in their lives, it was just so priceless, so precious, this begining of a life long love. They both just knew it, they just knew, they would be life long friends from that moment on. Whatever the world may throw at them, whatever distance may separate them, they would love each other, from now, until the end of their lives, perhaps not at a concious level at this time, but at a primal one, they simply knew.

The time passed so quickly, Hans realized he had a dinner appointment in a flash, he grabbed his watch, "Oh My God" he thought to himself, "It's ten past five!" I must get washed, and dressed, and so must Davit, and he resolved himself to take Davit with him, as his official companion, guide and intrepreter, his young employee, and introduce him to Herr Schueller and his wife as such. Davit was going to be his personal aide, that is how he would explain the lad to Herr Schueller. It would certainly look a great deal better than if Hans had hired a young woman for the job. He was married, and had three children, no one would suspect the boy was a lover as well, no one. It was a most practical arrangement to Hans, Davit was not a woman, could not bear children, therefore, in Hans mind, he was not really cheating on his lovely Helga. Davit was not another woman, but a young boy, and he would keep his love for his wife, but also, have the love of a very special boy as well, as a separate compartment of his life. It made perfect sense to Hans, and probably Davit as well, if he chose to voice this concern of his to Davit, not cheating on his wife, not really that is, he was not betraying his love of Helga, he was adding a new dimension to his life, one of great love, and even greater understanding of his human condition. He was now a lover of boys, this boy in particular, but he had to be very carefull, and he knew this completely.

Hans took Davit to the main bathroom, there were two in his apartment, and drew a bath in that ancient Roman Basin. Hans Shaved, and Davit stood there, watching his every stroke, mesmerized by this most male of daily rituals, wondering to himself if Hans would teach him how to shave, when the time came, as young boys often do, when watching a male adult shave. It is a curious rite of passage for a boy, to intimately watch a beloved adult male shave, how he lathered the soap in the cup with the brush, how he applied the lather to his wetted face, how he stropped the straight razor to a fine honed edge, how he held the razor, how he streched his skin with one hand, while he scrapped the razor with the other, never nicking himself, applying just the exact amount of pressure, the precise strokes to achieve a perfect straight razor shave, an art that has been lost in this modern world of ours, with disposable razors and electric shavers. An art that Davit would one day master himself. Davit watched him intently, lovingly, for this man was now his friend, and Davit was his beloved companion, a position that hundreds of street boys in Prague would have given their eye teeth to have in these most difficult of economic times. Hans was aware that Davit was watching him, this ritual rite of learning had been repeated with his own son, Hans Jr, on many a morning, Hans Jr. even asked if he could "practice", even though he didn't even have peach fuzz yet, and Hans Sr. taught his son, lovingly, every intricate detail of how men shaved with straight razors in the 1940's. It was a priceless father and son moment for Hans, one he would remember always, his ten year old son, wearing nothing but his underwear, face all lathered up, using the wrong side of the razor, the side without an edge, to learn how much pressure to apply, and how to stroke in smooth deliberate strokes, not using the real edge of the razor, so as not to cut himself, just as Hans Sr. father had taught him. Then after several such lessons, Hans let him try the real edge of the razor, the boy nicked himself, only once, but he bled, and Hans showed him the salt stick, that stops small nicks from bleeding almost immeadiately, and leaves a small chalky mark on your face, which you brush away after a few minutes. After a few more times, Hans Jr. got the hang of it, over a period of about two weeks, and Hans knew, he would repeat this entire series of lessons with Davit, and it would be priceless to him.

They bathed together, in that huge granite Roman basin, a basin that may have held other man/boy loves centuries ago, and probably had, perhaps the very pair that the statue was dedicated to. They lathered each other, caressing their sexual organs with lathered soap, caressing the cracks of their bottoms, washing each others chests and backs, standing in the tub as each washed the others legs in turn. Carefully washing each others feet and hands, and finally, washing each others hair with fine imported French violet scented shampoo, not really a feminine scent, and not really a masculine one either, but one that was very gentlemanly. They rinsed, drained the tub, and toweled each other down. Returning to the living room, where their clothes were scattered about in the previous frenzy, Hans was surprised at where everything layed, it was if their clothes had been exploded from their bodies and were scattered all over the living room. They dressed quickly, it was now twenty till six and they would have to hurry to Herr Schuellers Home, or they would be late for dinner, something one simply did not do when they were an SS officer of the Third Reich, one was always punctual, ALWAYS. They went downstairs, and Davit expertly hailed a Polish Cab, in mere moments, they entered, Hans gave Davit the address, Davit knew exactly where it was, and gave the cabby not only the address, but the route to take as well, so as to get there as soon as possible. This boy was going to be an invaluable asset to Hans, taking care of his every wordly need, from shopping, to getting him cabs, to translating Polish to German for him, just every detail of his life would depend upon this most capable boy. They arived at Herr Schuellers Home with only two minutes to spare, paid the cabby, and stood before Herr Schuellers home. It was a home, not an apartment, but a fine old brownstone home, perhaps two hundred years old. It was a large home, perhaps six bedrooms, three baths, formal dining area, formal parlor, formal library, formal living room, maids and butlers quarters, it even had a large ballroom with ample room for perhaps a hundred guests, a small quartet of musicians, tables with food, drink, and punch, fine leaded glass chandeliers, it was a very fine home, one that could have easily cost three hundred thousand Marks in Germany, nearly five million in todays curency. It was the home of a Major of the SS, something on par with being a Duke in the old world order, the home of an important man of considerable wealth and power.

Hans lite a cigarette, and checked his watch, at one minute to six, he extinguished his cigarette, told Davit to walk beside him and speak only German for the evening, and they opened the iron gate to the walkway, went up to the door, and as Hans watch struck six, he pressed the bell to the home, precisely at 6 PM. Within fifeteen seconds, a Polish Butler, who spoke impecable German, opened the door, and Hans announced to him, "I am Herr Kampf, this is my young assistant and intrepreter, we are to be dinner guests with Herr Schueller and his wife this evening." The butler bowed to the pair, opened the door widely, stood to the side, and gestured for the pair to enter that elegant old mansion, as he announced, "Welcome Herr Kampf and guest, please do enter!" As they entered, the butler closed the door behind them, Herr Kampf, and Herr Bulkowski waited, for the butler to lead the way. "Follow me please, Herr Schueller, his wife, and two other SS officers are in the parlor, having brandy and cigars, that is of course, except Frau Schueller, she is having Sherry of course!" As they walked the Butler asked, "And what is the name of your assistant please? I must announce you to Herr and Frau Schueller, Herr Mark, and Herr Engleburg.".... "His name is Herr Bulkowski, Herr Davit Bulkowski." answered Hans. "Very Good" replied the butler. The Butler opened the double doors of the formal parlor, the room was filled with expensive Cuban cigar smoke, and the scent of brandy was everywhere. "Herr and Frau Schueller, Herr Mark, Herr Engleburg, I present to you Herr Kampf, and his assistant, Herr Bulkowski." Everyone rose, except of course Frau Shueller, ladies of important men did not rise except for people of greater rank, which Herr Kampf was not, she remained seated next to her husband. Herr Schueller approached Herr Kampf, shook his hand warmly with a broad smile, "How nice it is to see you again after all of these years, how very nice indeed! May I introduce you to my wife, Frau Shueller." Herr Kampf went to Frau Schueller, clicked his heels, bowed, kissed the hand of Frau Schueller. "What a great honor it is to meet you dear lady, I am privelidged to make your acqaintance."... Frau Schueller was openly impressed! This was a man of obvious social graces and diplomacy. "The honor is mine Herr Kampf! Truely it is, if you are but half the man my dear husband has been boasting of these past few weeks!"... "Thank you dear lady, my only hope is to live up to my apparent reputation!"... Everyone laughed politely, even the other SS officers, it was a clever come back for a formal dinner party. "And who is this charming young assistant of yours?" Asked Frau Schueller. "Herr Bulkowski dear lady, Herr Davit Bulkowski."... Davit walked up to Frau Schueller, and repeated the graces he had observed in Hans, clicking his heels, bowing, and kissing her hand as he announced, "Charmed my dear lady!".... "My! And he speaks impeccable German! What a prize he is! May I borrow your young friend from time to time when I need to go shopping?". "Certainly you may Frau Schueller, just but ask, and I will send him to you!" Herr Schueller laughed politely, "You had better watch my dear sweet Olga, she will steal your young assistant from right under your nose!" Everyone laughed again, even Davit found the remak amusing. Frau Schueller now adressed the butler, "Peter, set another place and another chair for young Davit"... It was clear that children were to be addressed by their first names, not their formal names, this did not bother Davit in the least, he understood completely. Peter bowed and left.

"Now Herr Kampf" announced Herr Schueller, "Let me introduce you to the heads of two of the departments at our little research center."... "This is Herr Mark, Head of atomic and radioactive physics." Herr Kampf and Herr Mark shook hands, and exchanged polite hellos. "And over here we have Herr Engleburg, Head of theoretical mathematics, he will be your immeadiate superior." Hans and Herr Engleburg shook hands, exchanged names, and Hans bowed to him, as one does to his superior at social gatherings. "Now Hans, sit, you here, and Davit beside you, there." "Tell me Hans, how did you come by this young assistant of yours who speaks German so perfectly?"... Hans knew the meaning of this question, he was part of a research team working on a top secret project, even children could be plants, Davit, and his family were going to be traced by the SS and thoroughly checked out. "Well Herr Schueller, it is a most amusing story, Davit was shining shoes on a street corner, he spoke to me in perfect German as he shined my boots for ten cents. I was intriqued at how a young Polish Boy could speak such perfect German, and asked him how he came to know German so well. As it turns out, Davits Father, Estephan Bulkowski, is a Professor of Languages at Warsaw University, and young Davit has been raised in a home where many languages are spoken fluently. Davit can speak four languages perfectly. Isn't that amazing?"... Hans knew the two other SS officers had memorized Davits Fathers name, and his position, he would be researched in two or three days, and Hans would be informed, very politely, whether or not Davits companionship would be appropriate for him or not. "Yes Hans, that is very impressive, what good fortune you have had in finding such a talented young man! I am asumbing he is now in your employ? You have a formal arangement with him and his families permission?"... "Yes Herr Schueller, I had dinner with Davits family last night, I have their full approval to employ their young son as my assistant, but only on weekends, for I will be busy during the week, and summer will soon be over, young Davit must attend his studies.".. "Yes indeed he must Hans, he must indeed, we have a formal arrangement with Poland, the Third Reich, and the Government of Poland, we are not to interfere with them as long as they co-operate with our needs, this of course, includes their children I hope you understand?" "Yes of course Herr Schueller, I understand completely"... "Very Good Herr Kampf!"... The implied meaning was of course, that if the SS suspected Davit, or his family in any way, Hans would have to let go of his little friend, and never see him again. "Herr Kampf!"... announced Herr Schueller, "It was very wise of you to bring Davit here, introduce him to us, we must know with whom you are associating. It speaks well of your judgement, in these matters, to be completely honest with us as you are being now, this will look very good on your record." "Thank you Herr Schueller". Responded Hans.

Peter, the butler returned, with a tray, a brandy for Herr Kampf, a lemon spritzer water with a slice of lemon on the lip for Davit. He presented the tray to Herr Kampf, "If you please sir!"... "Thank you Peter!", Hans remarked, as he took his sifter of Napoleon Brandy. Peter then went to Davit, "And for you young Davit, if you please!"... Davit, the perfect little gentleman, bowed slightly to the butler, thanked him politely, and accepted the spritzer water. Hans was very impressed with Davit, and Frau Schueller was as well, it was clear, that if his family checked out, Hans was going to have to share Davit with Frau Schueller, an older woman, who would adore a young traveling companion, or shopping companion from time to time. Hans knew Davit and his family would pass the inspection of the SS, they were not revolutionaries, they were Polish Intelectuals, a Professor and his family, they were not concerned with politics, but with their daily lives and their family, they would represent no threat to the Third Reich, of this Hans was sure. So he resigned himself, he was going to have to share his little love, from time to time. Peter returned to Hans, "Cuban Cigar Herr Kampf?"... "I would be delighted Peter, how thoughtful of you!"... Peter deftly removed a cigar from a silver cigar holder in his inner lapel pocket, clipped the end expertly, offered it to Herr Kampf, and lit the cigar for him. "Excellant Cigar Herr Schueller, the best I have had in years!".... "Well Herr Kampf!!! I will have Peter send you a box in the morning, a welcoming gift, but they are rather expensive, only to be smoked on special occassions of course!"... "Of Course Herr Schueller! Of Course indeed."... Davit was watching this little balet of etiquete with great interest, this was all very fascinating to him, these SS officers were painfully polite to each other, to the point of obvious play acting... he almost giggled, but did not, for he knew it would look badly on Hans if he did. They all chatted politely about everything other than work, they would not discuss their project with a Polish National, even a boy, in their presence. They discussed Hans train trip, his apartment, his dealing to date with Davit, They all complimented Frau Schueller on the selection of Hans Apartment, and the taste with which she had decorated it. Herr Mark described his apartment, very similar to Hans apartment, only three blocks from Hans. Herr Engleburg described his small cottage, a small two bedroom, but very quaint, he did not like apartments, prefering a humble cottage to a lavish luxury apartment, he loved gardening as a hobby, especially rare and exotic flowers. He could talk for hours on floura, hours, and gave Hans a sampling of his great love of botany, it seems, that Herr Engleburg, and Hans had a great deal in common, neither one loved mathematics as their primary love. Herr Engleburg was a Professor of Botany in Eisenburg, with a minor in mathematics, just like Hans, he had also been a star pupil of Herr Schueller. Herr Schueller had selected both of them very very carefully. This went on for perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes, when all had finished their cigars and brandy, Peter standing at casual attention near the door, awaiting any command that may be offered.

"Alright Peter" Herr Schueller Directed, "Please inform Frau Banachowicz that we are presently ready for dinner."..."Yes Herr Shueller!" and Peter was off in a polite flash. Herr Schueller rose, and everyone rose this time, including Frau Schueller, Davit followed their every direction. Herr Schueller walked casually out of the parlor, with his wife at his side, arm in arm, despite their advanced ages, they were still husband and wife, still in love with each other, it was touching to Hans. This man was at least human after all, a Professor, head of this SS project, but a human head, not one of those SS machines. Everyone followed, with Hans and Davit at the rear. They walked down a long corridor, that split the lower part of the house directly down the middle, past a huge spiral staircase built into a half rotunda, going to the second floor, the walls were entirely of fine milled walnut, a masterpeice of craftsmanship in and of itself. They passed the library, and after the library was a half circular sliding doorway, with curved walnut doors, an amazing piece of precision cabinetry. Herr Schueller opened the circular doors, and they slid silently, with precision, folding into the curved walls, and before them was the formal dining room, an oval room, with walnut paneling halfway up the walls, and the upper halves of fine plaster hand painted with a Polish countryside scene. The cielings were of ornately cast plaster works, with two crystal chandaliers, and a large ornately inlayed walnut table large enough to seat twelve guests. There were priecislely enough seats for the party, and settings for each, with name places, even Davit, an unexpected guest, had a fine caligraphy name place on his plate, "Herr Davit Bulkowski". It was a very formal dinner setting, it was Hans welcoming dinner to the Atomic Research Team. Herr Schueller stood at the head of the table, his seat, his wife stood at his right, and she directed each of the four to their places, she knew where they were to sit. When they were all in their places, Peter, pulled out the chair for Frau Shueller, and seated her, when seated she looked at the guests and nodded, and everyone else, including her husband, seated themselves. Imeadiately Peter came back with a serving cart, with a large soup tourene, carrot soup, a rare treat, and difficult to prepare properly. It is a thick soup, more like a porridge really, but slightly sweet and finely meshed, no lumps, no bits of whole carrots, just pure puree. When served, everyone waited for Frau Shueller to pick up her spoon and start, everyone else then followed. There was again, polite but trite converstation... "How do you find Warsaw so far?..."... "Did you have any difficulty getting around the city?..."... "What is Estephan Bulkowski like?..." They even directed a few polite questions at Davit, to involve him in the converstaion, and test his knowledge of German. The soup finished. The bowls cleared quickly, and the main courses were brought in, Beef Wellington, Twice cooked baked potatoes mixed with melted cheese and topped with sour cream and chives, asparagus with holandaise sauce, and a fine French Rose to go with the red meat. As is common in Europe, wine was given to Davit as well, but what is known as boys wine, half wine, and half spritzer water, something young boys seem to like greatly without the full power of the alchohol, the spritzer water made it effervescent, like champagne, or modern day soft drinks. The meal was sumptuous, prepared to absolute perfection, it seems, Herr Schueller did not favor German Food for formal dinners, but an international cuisine. The main courses finished, the plates cleared quickly again, and then there was desert. A fine Hungarian Torte, which is a seven layered cake, very thin layers barely a quarter inch per layer, with egual amounts of fine milk chocolate icing between each layer, completely covered in a shell of hard dark chocolate, and dribbled with caramel, a very fine, and expensive confection, and very heavy on the stomach, very rich, a small slice is all one can handle barely three quarters of an inch thick, it is hard to finish, even such a modest sized piece. They served the cake with champagne mixed half and half with orange juice, Davit this time got exactly what the adults had, it was a pre-mixed boys type wine, half and half.

When they had finsished thier deserts, Peter came up to Herr Schueller, and gave him a three page teletype message of some type. Peter stood behind Herr Schueller, expecting some type of request or command as Herr Schueller read the three pages intently and patiently. Everyone in the room was completely silent, waiting for Herr Schueller to finish his letter. Herr Schueller folded the teletype, waved to Peter, gave him the message, and Peter left the room, standing at those curved doors, now open again. "Herr Kampf" announced Herr Schueller, "Would you mind if your assistant, Davit, went with Peter, back to the Parlor, and had some fine swiss chocolates, perhaps a cookie or two?"... "Oh no, not at all Herr Schueller, How kind of you, I am sure it has been ages since the boy has had good chocolate!"... Herr Kampf looked over to Davit, sitting beside him, "Go with Peter Davit, he is going to give you some nice chocolate treats!"... David Smiled Broadly, stood up, Bowed at Frau Schueller, Bowed at Herr Schueller, then bowed a communal bow to the table, to honor the other guests, walked over to Peter, who took the boys hand, gently, and led him back to the parlor. "Well Herr Kampf! It seems you are a very good judge of character, while we were having dinner, I had Peter Teletype SS headquarters in Berlin, they did an immeadiate check on the Bulkowski Family of Warsaw, they had detailed files on the whole family. As you know, we watch intelectuals very carefully, they can be rable rousers, trouble makers. But this is not the case at all with your young assistants family. They are a fine Polish Family, nothing more, nothing less, no real political affiliations of any kind, no outspoken members of the family, no known problems with the occupation of Poland, no Jewish lineage at all. It seems that Berlin approves of your association with the young boy. Now what do you think of that Herr Kampf?"..... Herr Kampf was amazed, utterly amazed, he thought it would take at least two to three days to research this family, the SS had done it, from Berlin, in less than an hour. Herr Kamf Stammered..."I am so glad that Davit and his family meet your approval, in the two days I have known him, I have become a little fond of him, he reminds me so much of my own son, Hans Jr, who is barely a year older than Davit!" "I see Herr Kampf, well, it is fine with us, keep him as your assistant, and translator, I am sure he will serve you well. Of course, you know, you never discuss our work with anyone, anyone outside of the research staff, this includes your personal assistants, cooks, whomever you employ.".... "Of Course Herr Schueller, our work is top secret, not even my own wife and children may know, let alone an employee of mine!" Frau Schueller could barely contain herself... "Well Herr Kampf, you stated earlier you would not be needing the lad during the week while you worked, may I borrow him Tuesday? I could use a good translator, I need to arrange some new drapes for the formal living room, and I do not speak Polish, and I am sure the drapery makers do not speak German!"... "I will tell Davit to be here, Tuesday, say at 9:00 AM, I will provide him with money for cab fare, so he will not be late!" responded Hans.... "Perfect!" interceeded Herr Schueller, "Then it is settled then, Davit will be helping my wife as well as you, and we will compensate the young lad accordingly as you do!"... Frau Schueller then said "Thank You Dear Hans, we will take good care of your little assistant, very good care!"... It was obvious Frau Schueller was nothing less than delighted at the prospect of having young Davits company all to herself for an entire morning, she would probably take him to a very expensive restaraunt for lunch, give him five Marks for his trouble, and send him happily home. At this rate little Davit was going to get rich by being passed around to various SS officers at the research center, performing little errands and services for them.... he was sure Davit, and his family, would welcome the extra income gladly. "Well!", said Herr Schueller, "Shall we join Peter, and Davit, back in the Parlor, for another cigar, and a little more brandy, before we all retire to our homes?" Herr Schueller Stood up, assisted his wife up, when she stood, the other men stood, bowed to her, and each thanked Frau Schueller for a most delightfull dinner. She of course did not actually prepare the dinner herself, but she planned it. As Hans would learn latter, she was quite a chef in her own right. Standing in the kitchen, directing every aspect of every recipe, to absolute perfection, it was her meal, entirely. Altho servants hands did the work, she planned every ingrediant, every spice, even giving directions on how the plates were to be plated to give an artistic appeal to the meal. She was quite a woman, having endured many years of low income while her husband climbed up his economic ladder. Cooking for a family of five when she was younger, but now, older, much wealthier, she no longer had to perform the actual work herself anymore, but she knew how, every single detail, she knew from personal experiance, lifes greatest teacher

Herr and Frau Schueller led the way out of the dining room, followed by Herr Mark and Herr Engleburg, fast becoming Hans friend, and finally Hans. As they entered the parlor, Peter was standing beside a seated Davit, very attentively, who had been provided with a tray with many fine chocolate confections, a few French imported cookies, and a large glass of milk, he was busily studying the chocolates, as he ate one. When Herr and Frau Schueller entered, Peter took the tray from Davits lap, Davit understood immeadiately, he stood, and formally bowed at the couple. Frau Schueller was captivated, "What a lovely boy, such manners, such grace, he is a true gentleman!" She exclaimed. Hans went over to Davit and spoke to him, loud enough for the room to hear. "My dear Davit, on Tuesday, at 9:00 am, Frau Schueller requests your assistance as a translator for some drapery work she needs done, are you free that day to help her?"... David smiled broadly, bowed again to Frau Schueller, and said, "I would be very pleased to assist this fine lady in any way that I can help!"... Frau Schueller was visably touched, went over to Davit, and kissed him gently on the cheek, "You are a very fine boy Herr Bulkowski! (Using his formal name for the first time in the evening, the meaning was not lost on Davit, a very quick boy.) You will be well taken care of in any matter regarding my service.", Davit stood up on his tippy toes, and kissed Frau Schueller back on her cheek, she was also becoming very captivated by this most charming and well mannered boy and patted him on his cheek, as her husband, Herr Schueller, assisted her to her sitting chair in the parlor. They all waited for Frau Schueller to be seated, and then waited for Herr Schueller to seat himself, before any of the dinner party sat as well. They all sat, Peter returned the tray to Davit, and immeadiatly went to fill sifters of brandy for all of them, this time including a sifter for Frau Schueller, it was past dinner, not time for sherry for the Frau, but brandy as well. Peter returned in moments, Davit instinctively knew not to pick at the chocolates, or drink his milk, until the others had been served and began to drink as well, it was simply good manners. Davit was well schooled in such things by his mother, who was always entertaining professors, their wives, and families at their home, and was well schooled in social graces herself, as a result of her husbands position, as head of foriegn languages at the University. So Davit knew good manners very well, and displayed them to perfection, even at his young age. This courtesy did not escape the attention of Frau Schueller, who smiled very politely at Davit, very approvingly, which strangely made Hans a little uncomfortable, a little jealous, his little love was being seduced, by a much older, very wealthy woman, he knew not where this may lead. Peter served the brandy, first to Frau, then Herr Schueller, then to Hans, their honored guest, then to the two SS officers. Herr Schueller proposed a toast, "To our new researcher, Herr Kampf! May he bring us success in our enterprise!"... Everyone raised their glasses, Davit his glass of milk, as they all said in unison.... "Herr Kampf!!!!". Hans was deeply honored, rarely was he the object of such a toast, he was speechless, but somehow found the words... "You all honor me greatly, even my little dear Davit, may I not dissappoint you all!"... The room erupted in a very polite clapping, they were obviosly very impressed with Herr Kampf, his reputation, and his manners! Even Peter, whom Hans would latter learn to respect deeply, bowed to Herr Kampf, such a noble man, a simple butler, but he was more than a butler, he served Herr Schueller in much the same way that Davit was, and would serve Hans. As advisor in matters Polish, as translator, as trusted friend, perhaps even regarded as more of a family member than an employee. A very wise older man, having served in the best houses of Prague over his sixty years of life, starting out as a kitchen boy, peeling potatoes, and chopping onions at the tender age of ten. Hans, Davit, and Peter would, in the months to come, become fast confidants. Peter, being very wise, surmised the immeadiate truth of Hans and Davits relationship, but fifty years of service to very powerful families had taught him, this was not an uncommon relationship among men of wealth, power or prestige, he never commented upon it, during their entire friendship.

Davit happily returned to his chocolates, such a treat for a Polish Boy in German occupied Poland, he had not had any chocolate at all in over two years. The adults returned to polite after dinner converstation, as Peter prepared those fine Cuban Cigars for all of the men, offering them one, then lighting it, in the established heirachy of the evening. Frau Schueller was an accomplished pianist, and Herr Mark was a remarkable tennor, Frau Schueller played a beautiful intrepretation of Betoovens one and only Opereta, and Herr Mark sang it beautifully, in German. Davit was nearly brought to tears, he loved classical music, even if it was German. And so the evening progressed, Hans was asked to play, obviously, he was, after all, a professor of music, he chose a lovely Hungararian piece by List, very lively, very moving, and beautifully performed, Davit was amazed, absolutely amazed at the musical skills of his "boyfriend", so was the rest of the dinner party. When the brandy, cigars, and music were spent, Herr Schueller stood up, most graciously, and announced, "Dear Gentlemen, it has been a lovely evening, we enjoyed your companionship imensly!" They all took the hint, and stood up, bowed to Herr Schueller, went to Frau Schueller, bowed and kissed her hand, thanked her for hosting a most lovely evening, and one by one, filed out to a waiting Peter, holding the door open for them. Davit and Hans were last, Davit before Hans, when Davit Kissed Frau Schuellers hand, she cradled his face in her hands and kissed him gently on the lips, Davit blushed, deeply, smiled coyly, bowed again, and waited for Hans at the doorway. Peter had called for two cabs, one for Herr Engleburg, who lived in a different part of town, and one for David, Hans, and Herr Mark, who lived but three blocks from Hans, they would share a cab ride to their homes. The cabby first dropped off Herr Mark, and Hans insisted that he would pay the cabby the full fare for both, they shook hands, and parted. The cabby then took Hans and Davit to Hans apartment building, Hans paid the man, and the doorman at the apartment opened the cab door for them, then opened the door to the apartment building for them, Hans tipped him another half Mark, and they went to Hans apartment, very tired, exhausted in fact, it had been a grueling evening of fine manners and ettiquete and their nerves were worn to shreds, both of them. Hans led his precious Davit to his bedchambers, which, strangely had been made, he knew not by whom, apparently the apartment building had maids, that performed daily duties of bedmaking, dusting, and other duties daily, as part of the rent. Hans undressed Davit, opened the covers for his little love, undressed himself, joined Davit in bed, and they fell fast asleep, very quickly, in each others arms.

Morning came early, and Davit was already awake when Hans awakened, staring lovingly at Hans face, with those precious star burst eyes of his, that loving gentle smile, and they made love again, in the morning, much as they had the afternoon before. They bathed again, together, this time making love a second time, in the bath, foaming with lather, foaming with shampoo, smelling of violets, it was lovely, just lovely for both of them. The packages of Davits clothing were neatly stacked on the living room couch, Hans assisted Davit in opening them, and Davit chose a new outfit for the day, he looked stunning in his lilght brown linnen slacks and American Hawaiian shirt, it set off his ivory skin just beautifully. Hans found one of his traveling bags, gave it to Davit, helped him pack his clothes, and then dressed himself. "Well Davit, my little love, where shall we go for breakfast?"..."Well..." said Davit, "There is this lovely little shop, just at the corner of your block, that makes the most wonderful crepe suzettes, may we please?"...."Of course we may Davit!!! It is barely six, I am to report to work at eight, we have plenty of time... Are they open yet?"... "Oh yes!!! They open at four thirty!!! They open early to serve the factory workers who go to work at six!".... "Indeed!!!" said Hans, "Well, crepe suzettes it is!" The pair must have made a rather odd looking couple, Davit in his Hawaiian shirt, and Hans, in his SS captains uniform, but neither cared a twit about it. Another doorman was on duty in the morning, one Hans had not yet met, he was as gracious as the other doorman, opening the building door for them politely, and Hans tipped him, this time a quarter Mark. They walked the half block to the little shop, named very amusingly, "Le Suzette", they even served crepes for dinner, it was all they served, crepe suzettes, of every imaginable variation. They had six outside tables, and only one open, they were in luck, it was a very popular breakfast spot indeed. Davit and Hans sat down, the waiter came over immeadiately, and said in Polish to Davit.... "And what young gentleman is your pleasure this morning?".... Davit replied to the waiter, "The crepes stuffed with sweetened cottage cheese and white wine, topped with a warm apricot compote please!"... Hans didn't understand a word of it, but said to Davit, "Whatever you are having I will have as well".... "Two orders please, with hot chocolate for me, and latte for my friend!".... The waiter jotted it down, smiled at Davit, and was off in a flash. "What did we just order?" asked Hans. "You will see!" said Davit, "It is a surprise, trust me!"... Hans just laughed, "Of course I trust you Davit, with my very life in fact!" David blew an air kiss at Hans, something no-one else even noticed. In a matter of minutes, their order was served, their menu ingrediants were all prepared ahead of time, only requiring assembly, and warming. Hans was impressed with such immeadiate service. There were three crepes to a plate, Hans was very impressed with the selection, Davit, apparently, was also a Gourmet as well!!! The crepes were heavenly, just divine, the best Hans had ever had. And the price was ridiculous, a third of a Mark for both of them, Hans left a half Mark, as a tip for the waiter.

"And now Davit, it is six fourty five, we must get you a cab to take you home, I will go with you, return you to your family, and remember, you are to be at Herr Schuellers Home Tuesday, sharply at 9 AM!"... "Oh yes! I remember Hans! I will be there! Am I not to see you during the week?"... "We will see Davit, I know your home, I would like to invite your family out to dinner, this evening, my treat, your whole family, that little place with the parogies, would they like that?"... "Oh YES!!! They would LOVE that Hans!!! Really they would!".... "Then it is settled then, tonight, we all have dinner!, Lets say, six thirty?"... "Yes Hans, Six Thirty!"

They left "Le Suzette" and Davit Hailed a cab in moments, spoke to the cabby in Polish, and they were off in a flash. Within ten minutes, they were at Davits apartment building. Hans said to Davit, "Give him this address, (Handing Davit a written address on a slip of paper), and tell him to wait for me, I will be down in a few moments, and he is to take me to my place of work."..."Yes Hans"... Davit replied. And did as Hans asked. As they left the cab, Hans detained Davit for a moment. "Davit, Your brother, he does not seem to like me very much, is there some gift, some small thing, you might get him today, if I gave you the money, something that would move his heart, for I wish to be his friend as well. Not as you are my friend, but just a friend?".... Davit pondered for a moment, "Well Hans, Joseph plays the flute, but my father had to sell it to a music store, we needed the extra money, he has no flute right now."... "Really!" Said Hans, "And how much would a used flute cost here in Warsaw?"... "Ohhh, Two Marks, that would buy a very fine used flute!"... Hans gave Davit the two Marks, "Well Davit, go out today, that is your service to me today, buy Joseph a flute, but do not tell him it is from me, just bring him a flute."... Davit looked a little puzzled... "Ummm, okay Hans, if that is what you wish, but why don't you want him to know who gave it to him?"... "Because Davit, I am afraid he would not accept it from an officer of the SS, but I think he would accept it, if he thought that you had bought it for him with your own money.".... "I see", said Davit... "Hans, you are very clever, and I think you are right, Joseph does not like the German Occupation, he wishes Poland to be free."... "I suspected as much Davit, it will be our little secret for now okay?"... "Yes Hans!"... and Davit jumped up into Hans arms, kissed him firmly on the lips, and slipped back down to the pavement... then took Hans hand, and led him up the stairs to his own apartment.

The door was unlocked, there was no need to lock your doors in Poland at that time, Davit just opened the door, bounded in, Estepahn had already left for his post at the University. Joseph was sitting on their couch, reading music!!!! How that touched Hans, the boy loved music as much as Hans. Dorotay was busy with the morning dishes, having fed her family, and came out. "Welcome Herr Kampf! And I see Davit has some new clothes! Thank you dear sir!"... Davit bounded up to his mother, gave her the Five Mark note Hans had paid him, she stared at the note, incredulously, and asked... "And what is this Davit?"... "It is my pay for my service these last two days, Hans has hired me as his personal assistant, at FIVE MARKS PER WEEK!"... Davit was elated to tell his mother this news.... "Really! Is this true Herr Kampf? You have given Davit a position with you?"..."Yes dear lady, I have, as you all know, I do not speak Polish, and Davit speaks perfect German. I do not know my way around Warsaw, and Davit does, I know nothing of Poland, and Davit can teach me. I have introduced Davit to my commander, and his family, at his home, at dinner, last night, my commander approves of Davit very much, and our association. In fact, Davit has a small duty to perform for my commanders wife tomarrow, he will be well paid for his services as a translator for his wife in a matter of small business."... Doraty was beside herself... "Really, this is most astounding Herr Kampf! You are doing everything in your power to help our little Davit, who gives us all his money, and you know that, I have no words to thank you dear sir, no words at all.".... "You are very welcome dear lady, I think you will find, over the weeks, that little Davit will be very much in demand amongst my colleques at my research facility, many small errands, and services, a little money here, a little money there, he will be quite busy I assure you!" Dorotay was speechless, and just stared at Hans, tears welling up in her eyes.... "How very kind of you, it is difficult, these times, we have two growing boys to feed, they outgrow their clothing so fast we can barely keep up with them. Davit mostly has to wear Josephs old clothing that he has outgrown, even Davits shoes are Josephs old shoes, and often too large for Davit. These clothes, this money, your offer of employment, I cannot tell you how much this will help us!"... "You don't need to thank me Dorotay, Davit is most capable, his services in many areas will be of great help to me. My commander, my colleques, he will be very much in demand I assure you. You have done a very fine job in raising such a capable, inteligent boy, he is respectfull, polite, well mannered. My commanders wife, Frau Schueller, was quite taken with Davit, she absolutely adores your son. There may be, at some future time, some work for Joseph as well." Dorotays welling tears could not be held back any further, they streamed down her face, she stood there, elegantly, proudly, with tears flooding her face. Joseph was sitting on the couch, listening to all of this, his mouth had dropped open. He could not beleive a German Officer of the SS would help his family, his brother, perhaps him as well. He was dumbfounded by all of this. Herr Kampf turned around, to face a fourteen year old Polish boy who was very confused at the moment. He did not know what to beleive any longer. He did not beleive a German SS officer, a man who represented an occupation force so deadly that Poland did not dare to oppose them, could be so kind, it befuddled him at the very core of his beleifs.

Hans drew Davit close to him, and whispered in his ear... "Do not forget your errand for me today, remember?"... Davit whispered back... "Joseph will have his flute, and I will make him beleive it came from shoe shine money, a good day!" Davit kissed Hans on his cheek, and whispered again... "I love you Hans, truely I do!" Hans nearly cried himself, clearly, it was time to leave. He had a cab waiting, he could not possibly be late for work on his first day..."Oh yes" Hans declared, "Tonight, do not prepare dinner, I am taking your entire family out to dinner, Parogies, at a fine little cafe Davit showed me!"... Now Dorotays mouth dropped open, "We will be honored Herr Kampf!!! Really we will be!!" "Davit, tell me the Polish sentence for, "Take your time, take a scenic route, but arrive at my work at 7:55.""... Davit did so, carefully, slowly, Hans wrote it down on his note pad he always kept with him, phonically, so he would have some semblance of being understood. Hans went over to Dorotay, who hugged him feircely, and kissed him many times all over his face, and then he hugged Davit, and Hans kissed Davit many times all over his face. Then Hans went over to Joseph, still in a state of shock, and extended his hand. They shook Hands, and Hans smiled warmly at Joseph, who, for the first time, smiled back at Hans, a lovely smile, an older, wiser version of Davit himself, this boy was also very lovely, when he let it show.

With that, Hans left, down to his cab, down to his work, at the Atomic Research Facility, how he dreaded this job of his. To create a weapon of such terrible destruction that millions could be killed in an instant flash. Every fiber of his being cried out NOT to do this work. But if he did not, his family would be the price. He did not care for his own life, but his two sons, his little daughter, his lovely wife, he was a family man, a family man now in love with a young boy. How many American boys, in New York, just like Davit, would be murdered by the product of his mathematics? The thought horrified him, disgusted him, he resolved himself in that instant, to sabotage the work. This weapon must never, ever be, even at the cost of his own life, he would NOT murder millions, especially children. Hans arrived to a patiently awaiting cabby, took out his note, and very ineptly recited the sentence Davit had given him. It was clear his Polish was very bad, very bad indeed, the cabby turned around, wanted to speak, to clarify the request, but realized the futility of the effort, he would not understand Polish at all. The cabby thought for a moment, and then realized the obvious pronunciation errors, and understood, take a scenic route, show Hans some of Prague, but be at the destination at 7:55, he understood completely, this would be a half Mark fare! The cabby did exactly as he was asked, going down various small streets, pausing here and there, at some monument, fountain, building, or corner, that was of some significance to Prague. Of course he could not explain to Hans, why this or that was significant, but he would pause, wave his hand at this or that, and hope that somehow Hans would at least understand that this place, or that statue, was of some significance altho he could not convey to Hans what exactly that was.The cabby arrived at Hans destination at precisely 7:55, it was a very interesting building, a large old Roman Style Temple, fashioned after the Parthenon of Greece, there were rows of German National Flags, in front of the building, mounted on the cornices above the collums, no sign, no declaration of what the building was, just the swastica flags, declaring that this space was German, Third Reich, no-one was to approach the building without strict clearance. Hans paid the cabby his half Mark, exited the cab, took out a cigarette, and walked around the buildings perimiter. There were SS gaurds in front of the building, armed with machine guns, standing stoically at the enormous bronze windowless doors. There wasn't a single window in the building, and only one doorway, just piles of pure marble blocks, stacked precisly on top of each other. At 7:59 Hans strode up the stairs, took out his German Id Packet, presented it to one of the gaurds, and declared, "I am Captain Herr Kampf, I am a newly assigned to this facility, I am expected." The gaurd inspected the packet, looked at Hans photograph, gazed at Hans, looked back at the various stamps and signatures in the packet, handed Hans his packet back, and then saluted Captain Herr Kampf... "Heil Hitler!"... Hans returned the salute, "Heil Hitler!!!"... The two gaurds opened the doors, and Hans entered, followed closely by Herr Mark, Herr Engleburg, and about a dozen other men he had not yet met who had gathered behind him without his notice. Everyone arrived exactly at 8:00 AM, SS precision, that infamous SS precision that would now control a great portion of his life.

There was a marble hallway, a short one, about ten feet, and a small perfectly square room, in the very center of the room was a very fine library type table, the only furniture in the spartan room. The only object on the table was a telephone, no wires showed at all, the telephone wiring was completely hidden from view. Behind the table sat a minor SS officer, sitting patiently. Herr Kampf presented his ID Packet to the young officer, silently. The young man, perhaps twenty, surveryed the ID packet quickly. "Yes Herr Kampf! You are greatly anticipated! Go directlty down the hallway behind me, to the office directly at the end of the hallway, it is Herr Schuellers Office, he is expecting you Sir!", And the very young officer, so young in fact his voice rang of youth, like his own sons, politely handed Hans his packet back. Then announced. "In the future Herr Kampf, you will not need to show me this, simply stand before me for a moment, perhaps nod or say good morning, I will know you from now on." Hans said, "How very civil of you, may I know your proper name?". The young man smiled at the courtesy Hans was offering him, to call him by his name, "Yes Sir, you may, My name is Herr Bluent.".... "Good Morning Herr Bluent! Pleased to make your accquaintance!"... "The pleasure is mine Herr Kampf! Please do see Herr Schueller, he is waiting for you directly." As Herr Kampf passed the table, and the young officer, Herr Bluent picked up the telephone, no doubt to notify Herr Schueller that Herr Kampf was on his way to his office directly. Herr Kampf was at Herr Schuellers door in perhaps thirty seconds, knocked on the door firmly, but politely, and Herr Schuellers voice rang out... "You may enter Herr Kampf!" Hans opened the door, to an absolutely opulant office, Loius the XV funiture, originals, paintings by Gogan, and other masters, again originals, Hans recognized some from the books of art of his Art Professors at his university, and here, were the original works, astounding. "Dear Hans, sit please! We have some details to discuss!".... "Yes Herr Schueller!"... "Please!" Said Herr Schueller, dispense with propriety, everyone here calls me Heinrick! We are an intimate group here Hans, we refer to each other one a first name basis."... "Yes Dear Heinrick, I will."

"Hans, your office is the second office on the right before my office, the first office is Herr Blumburg's, your supervisor, again, it was decorated by my wife, I think you will find the surroundings inspiring, and to your taste."... "After our little meeting here, you are to go to Herr Blumburgs office, and have a meeting with him, he will fill you in on the intimate details of your work here, I will speak to you in generalities."... "Yes Heinrick, I do need instruction, I am not entirely clear on just exactly what it is I am to do here!"... "I know Hans, I know, none who has come here has, we are engaged in a project that the world has never before seen, there is no road map, no guidance, we have to provide for ourselves the direction of our work, our own purpose, we are in complete control of our work here, no interferance from Berlin at all, but... BUT.. Dear Hans, THEY EXPECT RESULTS!"... "Yes Heinrick!! I understand!"... "Okay Hans, let us begin, we are in a race, we are aware that the Americans have an Atomic Research project of their own, but they are spending perhaps twenty times as much money on research as we are, and they have Einstien, a Jew, but a brillant Jew, they may very well beat us, by shear weight of commitment.".... "I see Heinrick."... "No you don't Hans, not yet at least, but you will." "You see Hans, there are many research projects in Germany, we have the V2, a rocket capable of speeds so great, traveling so quickly, it cannot be detected by either sight, sound, or radar, it can travel hundreds of miles in a mere two minutes, and deliver a payload directly to our enemies. We are developing larger rockets, rockets that can be able to span the distance of the Atlanic Ocean, and deliver payloads directly in the lap of the Americans, New York, Boston, Miami, Atlanta, soon they will be within the reach of Germany. And many other projects, ours among them, turbine jet aircraft, no propellors, capable of speeds twice the speed of the most modern aircraft now. They are in testing now, and planned for mass production, aircraft so fast, so agile, capable of such high altitudes as to be immune to anti aircraft weapons. Immune to the fighter planes of England and America, because they are up so high, traveling so fast, they cannot touch these planes. These things are realities Hans, they are either in limited production now, or will be soon." "I had no idea Heinrick, none at all, I had no idea our scientists were so far advanced in these areas!"... "Which brings us to us, of all the research projects, we are behind schedule at this time, and begining to iratate SS headquaters more than just a little bit. This is why I brought you here, you have no idea how I had to plead, how I had to beg, I had to go to Berlin and speak directly with Himmler himself, begging, litterally on my knees, for just three more staff members, you are one of them! You Hans, are my greatest prize, you, as a student, were brilliant, you may not realize this yourself, but your Masters thesis was a stones throw away from Einstien Himself, you were that close to understanding the true nature of energy at a mere 24 years of age HANS! I was devastated when you turned me down for a mathematics scholarship and immeadiate residancy, something that you now know is a very rare offer, resident professor at 24, with the understanding you would get your doctorate in a mere two years more, Hans, dear Hans, I loved you, and you broke my heart."... "I had no idea Heinrick, I am so sorry, very sorry. I did not know you valued me to that degree, I was a young man, in love with my girlfriend, who would become my wife, I was in love with music. I knew I had an appitude for mathematics, but until now, I don't beleive I have ever understood how great that appitude may have been. I sincerely appologize to you Heinrick, I loved your classes, you were my favorite professor, really you were, I perhaps made a great mistake in my life, but I am here now, perhaps we can correct that, together.".... Hans was being completely honest with Herr Schueller, brutally honest, it is hard for a middle aged accomplished man to admidt his life may have made a great mistake, very hard indeed, but Hans was admitting that, perhaps he had turned left when he had turned right, perhaps this was indeed true.... "Well, that is all behind us Hans, you are here now, and at great personal sacrafice to our staff, we all had to take voluntary pay cuts to pay for the salaries of the three new members, this is the dedication of this staff! A staff you are now a senior member of, you are third in line Hans, THIRD, for control of this project! This is my faith in you and your abilities, do not turn me down again Hans, once is all I can stand in my life!"... "I will not dissapoint your Heinrick, not a second time, now that I understand how you value me, I may never return to music again, I will love music always, as Herr Blumberg loves his Botany, but I see now, clearly, mathematics shall be my life from this point on in my life, this is my promise to you, dear sir, beloved professor of mine, and I hope, a great friend as well!"... "Hans, you have no idea what a great friend I am, you really don't, the SS is AWARE that you have helped to re-locate Jews out of Germany, to other countries, THEY KNOW THIS. But as long as you were content in only getting them out of Germany, something the Reich wants as well, you were, covertly, co-operating with the Reich, we want the Jews out, dead or alive, it does not matter to us. We just want them out of Germany, and the Reich! If it were not for my personal voucher, you would now be in a re-education camp, and not here, in a lovely apartment, with your very lovely little boy. Make no mistake Hans, we understand your relationship with the boy, it is no concern of ours, as long as you are a good German, and perform your duties, and GET RESULTS, QUICKLY, no one will question your little Polish adopted son, NO ONE! Do you understand me Hans?" Hans turned completely white, the blood utterly left his face, not only was he being exposed as an underground operative helping the Jews, but he was, also, being exposed as a homosexual man, a boy lover, and it was all okay with Herr Schueller, AS LONG AS HE PERFORMED his duties. He was hopelessly trapped, he could not sabotage this project, not in any way. He was being forced to help build this weapon, this "thing", he had no personal choice at all. This was the purpose of Heinricks meeting, to inspire Hans to produce, to get him to "perform", all other matters would be dropped, or ignored, BUT HE MUST PRODUCE, this was very, very clear.

"And now Hans, you need to meet with your supervisor, Herr Blumberg, whom you shall call Hansel, for that is his name."... "Yes Heinrick, yes indeed."...And Hans rose, Bowed to Herr Schueller, and left his office, sweat streaming down his face, his body was soaked with sweat in that thick woolen SS uniform. He needed a moment, a moment of composure, before he entered Herr Blumburgs, Hansels, Office. What on earth would the next meeting expose? There was no fighting the SS, they were simply too well organized, too well informed. They knew everything they wished to know, about everyone, at every moment of the day, no intimacy, no intimate love, escaped their observation. He would have to be very, very carefull with his little Davit, or he would endanger his life, and his families lives as well, as his own family. There was NO WAY OUT, none at all. As Hans took this in, he began to relax, began to understand, the Third Reich, was the Third Reich for a reason, they rarely, if ever made a mistake, no one ecaped their scrutiny, no one, he would co-operate, he would perform, not for himslef, but for those he loved, his family, and now, his adopted family, the Bulkowskis.

Herr Blumburg concentrated solely on the mathematics of the project, where they were now, where they needed to go, how they intended to translate mathematical theory into a physical device. They had reached a crossroads, a stopping point, they were stymied. It was no accident that the SS and the Reich had chosen Poland for this work. The Curries, had done their original work on nuclear physics here. There were deposits of radioactive material in Poland far richer than anything in America or England. If the research and development facilities were located here, there would be no need to ship enormous quantities of raw ore to Germany, no long trainloads of unrefined ore, the project could excape allied scrutiny by air reconissance and continue their work in secrecy. The refining plant was located just outside of Warsaw, the workers there were told it was a fertilizer plant, they had no idea they were refining radioactive ore.

Hansel showed Hans around the building, there was a technical library, there were encoded teletype machines for requesting information, or documents from any library or university anywhere in the Reich, there was a lounging area, with coffee, and cakes and cookies. There was even a small kitchen, stocked with food, if you worked late, you could prepare a dinner there, and not have to leave the facility, and of course, there were restrooms. Hansel loaded up Hans with a stack of papers, the history of the project to date, he was to go through them, carefully, and familiarize himself with them, it should take him week to read through it all.Hans thought the time frame a little excessive, he should be done with it by 5PM today he thought to himself. Hans subscribed to many scientific and technical publications, his favorite was Scientific American, for they always had a high level theoretical mathematical problem in the back of the publication. "A teaser" if you will. The answer to the previous month was published in the current month, along with a new problem to be solved. Hans always got the answer corectly, always. So Hans, and Hansel, parted, Hansel went to his office, and Hans finally was able to relax a little, entering his own office. Hans was taken a little aback, There were paintings, all over the walls, perhaps six or so, paintings of young boys. A fine reproduction of "The Blue Boy", not the original, but a very fine copy. Some reproductions of a famous 1920's American Painter, Hans could not remember his name, but he recognized the art, young nude boys and girls playing by a Roman Style outdoors pool, the children were just lovely. There was even an original photograph of a nude Italian boy, by Baron Von Schoeder, a very famous German photographer of the 1920's, he only photographed young boys, exclusively, mostly nudes. There was a small statue of Icarus, a teen-aged boy, nude, strapping on his wings, perhaps 1/4 life sized, pure bronze. There was a cabinette, very lovely, Hans opened it and it was a small bar, Brandy, Scotch, American Whisky, glasses, fine leaded crystal glasses, apartently, if he felt he needed a booster, it was alright to have one. Hans desk was opulant as well, very large, marble topped, a telephone, with no dial on it, it went to the operator, who connected it for you, no need to remember phone numbers, the operator kept track of those for you. There were two chairs in front of Hans Desk, a small couch against one wall, and his own chair, a large leather chair with wheels on it. Not even the Dean of his University had such an office. There was a machine, in his office, up against the wall behind Hans desk, that Hans had never seen before, it wasn't a teletype, there was no keyboard, but it appeared to be something like a teletype. Hans picked up his phone, and it was connected to Herr Bluent, "Yes Herr Kampf!"... "There is a machine, a device in my office, I have never seen a device of this type, is there someone who can explain it to me? It's purpose and use?"... "Certainly Herr Kamf, one of the secretaries from the pool will be there momentarily!"...

Within a minute, a very lovely woman of perhaps 22 or so, hair combed back into a bun, wearing the womans SS uniform, knocked on his door, and entered. She explained to Hans that the machine was the very latest in document transmission, It was called a facsimile transmitor and receiver. There was a rotating drum on the device, you mounted the document you wanted to send, on the drum, the drum spun very rapidly, and had a means of "seeing" black from white. It would transmit the signal to another machine, over the phone lines, where the signals were re-assembled back into black and white patterns on an identical machine, reproducting the document perfectly, hundreds, or thousands of miles away. It was faster than a teletype, and encrypted as well. It was better than a teletype because you could send drawings, or photographs over the machine, not just text. When someone sent a document to Hans, the machine would engage automatically. Hans thanked the young lady, and she left. So Hans began to study his documents, the nuclear theories. The basic idea was really very simple, you assembled a quantity of fissionable material, to what was called a "critical mass", and the nuclear reaction would occur automatically. The problem, the basic problem, was three fold. What was the critical mass? How much material did you need to cause a nuclear reaction? What was the destructive power of the critical mass? Would they need to double, tripple, or quadrupple the critical mass in order to obtain a nuclear reaction of sufficient power to achieve the goal? And, how did you assemble the critical mass, you would have to store the material in small quantities, below the critical mass level, and assemble them very quickly... How could you store such material without acheiving critical mass, so that the nuclear reaction occured precisely when it was desired? The final question was a matter for the engineers, but the first two, what was critical mass, and how much energy is released by a known quantity of radioactive material, those two questions were mathematical. Another mathematical problem they were engaged in, was the refinement of the raw ore itself, how do you refine something so volitile as to be able to level Praque if you inadvertantly refined a critical mass, say, accumulating the material, in the pipes or grids of the machine that refined it in the first place? These were indeed very interesting mathematical problems and calculations. They had to know precisely how much material was entering the refinement process, and how much refined plutonium would be extracted from a given amount of ore, in order not to refine too much at a given time and engage a nuclear reaction inadvertantly.

Hans studied upon the calculations, and within a couple of hours, began to realize where the errors had been made, and how to correct those mathematical errors in order to accurately predict critical mass, and energy output per gram of material. He had never performed a caculation of this exact type before, and was astounded at the energy potential of the material. If this energy could somehow be harnessed for another reason, say the production of electricity, instead of a bomb, one gram of this material could be the equivalent of a million tons of coal. Astounding. He had a quandry now, he just couldn't march into Hansels office, after a couple of hours, and announce to him he had the problem whipped, something that had them stymied, he needed to show some diplomacy. He would have to make a little show of it, slowly advance the equations one little step at a time, stretching it out over several weeks. After a couple of weeks, they themselves would see the obvious solutions, and then they could take the ultimate credit for the solutions. It did not matter to Hans, who got credit for what in this project, in fact, he never wanted his name mentioned at all. If they were sucessful, this is not the kind of work he would want his name attached to, the destruction of cities, the murder of millions, he did not want credit for this at all. He would be the "Team Player" here, gently leading his colleaques onto the solution, but allowing them that moment of final solution. But now what to do with his time? Just sit in his office, day after day, doing what? Perhaps some "arrangement" could be made with Hansel and Heinrick, to work at home, then he could at least have his little Davit with him nearly every day. He was a professor, and often worked at home, in fact, it was almost mandatory to bring the students papers home with him, and read them, over the weekend, grading, correcting, or praising their work. There just wasn't enough time to work it into his day, he had to bring work home with him, as all educators must. So working at home was not something unusual to him, he knew he wouldn't have to explain himself very much, Both Herr Schueller, and Herr Blumburg were professors as well, they understood about working from home.


This is the first installment of "Herr Kampf",
Next week I will work on my other project, "The Poet Of Ismar",
Two weeks from now, I will post more of this story
D. Lewis Aster-Rose