DarkAries
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- You got way too far this time - said Borris while paid the bail - What were you even thinking?
- You wouldn't understand - Wilheim slowly walked out of his cell - Anyway, my thanks, Ithat fat guy was looking me a wrong way.
- You gave them a speech, right?
- If you know already, then why are you asking?
- My friend, I told you you will get in trouble - Borris shaked his head - We talked about it, your books are magnificent, but not everyone accept them as a history document.
- What happened now was way over the line -grunted Wilheim - remember that nice little park at the edge of the city? With those huge trees?
- Of course.
- Then remember it well, because they cut down all to make space for the museum - a quick smile appeard at Wilheim's face - You can imagine how excited I was, when I heard it is a Third Reich museum.
- You take your books with yourself, I suppose.
- Those are with me right now, and trusth me, one page of them worth more than those charlatans! It was all about prisoner camp's, but there was barely a few photo and some rotten clothes in the whole damned building!
- It's a bitt too big place for so little thing.
- Exactly! It was full of "modern" creations, some so called survivors story, who barely twenty years old now, some so tragic story about an old man who only got drink twice! There was a painting about the yellow stared-ones in one room, made by six year old childs!
- Please tell me you don't burned down again! - Borris looked at him - It was hard enoughto save you from prison the first time, I'm I could do it again.
- What can I say, I have the Devil's luck - Wilheim deeply inhaled and slowly calmes down - That museum was just disgusting! They dont even try to bolster up their lies, everybody just accept this madness.
- Sometimes I feel you got into your books a bit too much. You cannot change the history
- Its not me who try to change it, believe me! Lets just consider the next tought experiment, will you? Lets say all animal are able to talk, and you never saw a cat before. Let's say you ask the rats about them, and they describe the cata as horrible beasts, telling that the cats terrorize them, eating their family, and even play with their victim before gutting out their victim.
- A rat would probably say something similar, but what's the point of it?
The point is, won't you imagine cats as something terrible monster, wich only care to kill? But its biological fact that the cats are more evolved than rats, and they almost keeps us alive by killing rats - Wilheim silently laughed - Once in the past whole Europe started murdering cats, because they belived the cats are some Demonic beings. The whole continent nearly died from the plague soon after.
- Nazis are different. At how many blood is in their hands... - Borris remembered for an old picture, when Hitler was potrayed as a cat and the jews as rats, but he didn't pay attention to it.
- Oh come on, there are more dead in any gulag! The whole story is ridiculos, or should I make you remember that there was only 5.4 million jews in Europe before the WW2, but after that nearly 9 million? Or for those jewish porn-bars, where trans, necrophilia, animal brutality and minors were common!?
- God help, no! - Borris wiped his face with a rug - I still try to forget that damn book of yours. You could really put a warning at the cover, especially because of the pics!
- The pictures are necessary, as the long list of resources. I sacrificed countless hours in different libraries, carefully checking every information, and look what humanity believe! There was a diary written with a ball point pen Borris, ball point pen during WW2!
- I kbow, you are sensitive for this topic, can you imagine how difficult to sell your hystorical fictions because of this? Half the world wants to burn them!
- But the other half buys it like its candy.
- True, there are some who consider your writings a real treasure. Afterally there aren't many historical books about the occult rites and spiritual side of the Third Reich.
- Nazis and Demons, history's most misunderstood writers.
- Not bad - Borris smiled while imagined the cover - this will be the title of your new book?
- It's just scetches yet, but it will be a monumental book, I'm sure of it. Where else could you read about spiritual rituals, used by SS officers to speak with their Demoni mentors? Or special meditations, so some officers would be able to remember their past lifes? - a weird light shined in Wilheim's eye - I am certain, they was able to reincarnate.
- Good topic. You will write this from the perspective of the main character?
- Of course!
- You should really try different once. Not everybody is able tosympathize with your characters, it would be easire, if they could just observe the story from far away.
- That will never happen. How would it feel like I lived trough it, I would write differently?
- As you want, but I wouldn't publish it for a while. This museum incident need some time.
- Trusth me my friend, Im careful.
- Right, if we are talking about it... - Borris looked at his friend's backpack - What have you done in the museum? Started reading your books loud?
- I broke an iron cross.
- You joking - Borris stopped for a moment.
- You should see that disrespect they made! Red light, bloody walls, screaming sound from all around... They potrayed like it would be an iron cross from some sort of serial killer, yet it came from the russian front, and burnings was clearly visible on it, most from an explosion! - Wilheim nearly screamed from anger - There was even a table before it, saying "spit on in"!
- And you rather destroyed it?
-I always keep this with myself - Wilheim funnily pulled out a knife from his backpack - Either be on the hands of someone worthy, or noene's hands, right? It fell into pieces after a few hit. They never build it again from that metal scrap!
- Yes - Borris doubted it, when he saw something shiny in his friend's backpack - You say it remained whole after an explosion, but you could destroy with a simple knife?
- What can I say, life is chaotic - Wilheim nervously laughed, then looked at his clock - If you excuse me, I have to go. I should continue my researches.
Wilheim quickly went back to his home and locked the door. Sweeped off scetches and papers from a table, and carefully, take out the iron cross from his bag, like he would hold a fragile statue, or would hold a newborn. Cleaned it with a soft leather, then his tears started falling. He already fellt it, when first stepped inside the museum, but the feeling got unbareably strong now. The year, the barely visible name on the cross, and the terrible burning from that soviet granede, wich forced him to a new life. He himself barely belived it, that after so many years, and after two whole life he can hold it again.
Because in his hands he holded his own iron cross, which the Führer gave to him.
- You wouldn't understand - Wilheim slowly walked out of his cell - Anyway, my thanks, Ithat fat guy was looking me a wrong way.
- You gave them a speech, right?
- If you know already, then why are you asking?
- My friend, I told you you will get in trouble - Borris shaked his head - We talked about it, your books are magnificent, but not everyone accept them as a history document.
- What happened now was way over the line -grunted Wilheim - remember that nice little park at the edge of the city? With those huge trees?
- Of course.
- Then remember it well, because they cut down all to make space for the museum - a quick smile appeard at Wilheim's face - You can imagine how excited I was, when I heard it is a Third Reich museum.
- You take your books with yourself, I suppose.
- Those are with me right now, and trusth me, one page of them worth more than those charlatans! It was all about prisoner camp's, but there was barely a few photo and some rotten clothes in the whole damned building!
- It's a bitt too big place for so little thing.
- Exactly! It was full of "modern" creations, some so called survivors story, who barely twenty years old now, some so tragic story about an old man who only got drink twice! There was a painting about the yellow stared-ones in one room, made by six year old childs!
- Please tell me you don't burned down again! - Borris looked at him - It was hard enoughto save you from prison the first time, I'm I could do it again.
- What can I say, I have the Devil's luck - Wilheim deeply inhaled and slowly calmes down - That museum was just disgusting! They dont even try to bolster up their lies, everybody just accept this madness.
- Sometimes I feel you got into your books a bit too much. You cannot change the history
- Its not me who try to change it, believe me! Lets just consider the next tought experiment, will you? Lets say all animal are able to talk, and you never saw a cat before. Let's say you ask the rats about them, and they describe the cata as horrible beasts, telling that the cats terrorize them, eating their family, and even play with their victim before gutting out their victim.
- A rat would probably say something similar, but what's the point of it?
The point is, won't you imagine cats as something terrible monster, wich only care to kill? But its biological fact that the cats are more evolved than rats, and they almost keeps us alive by killing rats - Wilheim silently laughed - Once in the past whole Europe started murdering cats, because they belived the cats are some Demonic beings. The whole continent nearly died from the plague soon after.
- Nazis are different. At how many blood is in their hands... - Borris remembered for an old picture, when Hitler was potrayed as a cat and the jews as rats, but he didn't pay attention to it.
- Oh come on, there are more dead in any gulag! The whole story is ridiculos, or should I make you remember that there was only 5.4 million jews in Europe before the WW2, but after that nearly 9 million? Or for those jewish porn-bars, where trans, necrophilia, animal brutality and minors were common!?
- God help, no! - Borris wiped his face with a rug - I still try to forget that damn book of yours. You could really put a warning at the cover, especially because of the pics!
- The pictures are necessary, as the long list of resources. I sacrificed countless hours in different libraries, carefully checking every information, and look what humanity believe! There was a diary written with a ball point pen Borris, ball point pen during WW2!
- I kbow, you are sensitive for this topic, can you imagine how difficult to sell your hystorical fictions because of this? Half the world wants to burn them!
- But the other half buys it like its candy.
- True, there are some who consider your writings a real treasure. Afterally there aren't many historical books about the occult rites and spiritual side of the Third Reich.
- Nazis and Demons, history's most misunderstood writers.
- Not bad - Borris smiled while imagined the cover - this will be the title of your new book?
- It's just scetches yet, but it will be a monumental book, I'm sure of it. Where else could you read about spiritual rituals, used by SS officers to speak with their Demoni mentors? Or special meditations, so some officers would be able to remember their past lifes? - a weird light shined in Wilheim's eye - I am certain, they was able to reincarnate.
- Good topic. You will write this from the perspective of the main character?
- Of course!
- You should really try different once. Not everybody is able tosympathize with your characters, it would be easire, if they could just observe the story from far away.
- That will never happen. How would it feel like I lived trough it, I would write differently?
- As you want, but I wouldn't publish it for a while. This museum incident need some time.
- Trusth me my friend, Im careful.
- Right, if we are talking about it... - Borris looked at his friend's backpack - What have you done in the museum? Started reading your books loud?
- I broke an iron cross.
- You joking - Borris stopped for a moment.
- You should see that disrespect they made! Red light, bloody walls, screaming sound from all around... They potrayed like it would be an iron cross from some sort of serial killer, yet it came from the russian front, and burnings was clearly visible on it, most from an explosion! - Wilheim nearly screamed from anger - There was even a table before it, saying "spit on in"!
- And you rather destroyed it?
-I always keep this with myself - Wilheim funnily pulled out a knife from his backpack - Either be on the hands of someone worthy, or noene's hands, right? It fell into pieces after a few hit. They never build it again from that metal scrap!
- Yes - Borris doubted it, when he saw something shiny in his friend's backpack - You say it remained whole after an explosion, but you could destroy with a simple knife?
- What can I say, life is chaotic - Wilheim nervously laughed, then looked at his clock - If you excuse me, I have to go. I should continue my researches.
Wilheim quickly went back to his home and locked the door. Sweeped off scetches and papers from a table, and carefully, take out the iron cross from his bag, like he would hold a fragile statue, or would hold a newborn. Cleaned it with a soft leather, then his tears started falling. He already fellt it, when first stepped inside the museum, but the feeling got unbareably strong now. The year, the barely visible name on the cross, and the terrible burning from that soviet granede, wich forced him to a new life. He himself barely belived it, that after so many years, and after two whole life he can hold it again.
Because in his hands he holded his own iron cross, which the Führer gave to him.
