Mister Oppenheim walked with a slight limp. Or was it my imagination? Crystal clear I see, here sitting behind my desk, how on the first day of our ‘journey through “The Evil”‘, he offers me his hand. Again I feel the blush of shame pulling to my jaws after the remark of the man in the striped banksuit. (‘You have a weak hand for a travelguidess…’). And indeed: ‘Why should old jewish people be more fragile than other elderly?..’, it went through my head.
‘You will put, when I request you so, the lifejacket on, ladies and gentleman!.. I wouldn’t like to experience, that we, during our sometimes fierce-like waterjourney through the mental landscape of Adolf H., see one er more persons be swollen by the dark riverwater, which we shall navigate upstream… Because before we will arive at the spring of this broad fluently stream, often moving beyond its banks, unpredictable whirlpools, unexpected rocks and treacherous rapids will be our part… It will not depend on our propulsion source: the two Kraft durch Freude-outboard motors of 500 hp together, won’t let us down… On behalf of Travel Association “Diaspora”, organizer of this exciting journey, I wish you an adventurous, instructive and above all safe journey…’
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