The Odious Germans E-Book

Einar Schlereth

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Geisteswissenschaft
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

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Beschreibung

I was 70 when I thought about this book and I started to collect material about the hate against Germany since WWI. I found much help in the monumental work of Docherty & Macgregor and the more I was digging the more lies I found. But then there are areas where you are forbidden to make any research. I lost courage but continued to collect documents, photos, videos. Finally, I overcame my cowardice especially through some friends who encouraged me. I took up the hottest questions like the Holocaust and the German guilt regarding WWI and WWII. The source for all the horror and the millions of deaths sprang up in a little room in London where a Jesuit-like Secret Society was founded. It grew and succeeded to win the wealthiest, mightiest and the most influential people at the time for their crime: to destroy Germany. The most important figures were Cecil Rhodes, Lord Esher, Natty Rothschild, Alfred Milner, the Queen, Winston Churchill, Lord Balfour, Llyod George. Later on, they won important persons from the USA with whom they manufactured WWII with the help of a criminal Austrian who made havoc not only in Germany but also all over Europe. And these were not heroic but disgusting and horrible times which I, as a little boy vividly remember. 29. Juni 2019

Leseprobe

Woodrow Wilson

The tale of the German war guilt on World War I and of the Holocaust, which took place not in Auschwitz but much worse in Russia and China.

Some honest words

I ask you to read carefully and readily make short notes about mistakes and let me know them for which I’d be very grateful. You can imagine what a difficult decision I made. I dragged around with this project for at least 10 years until I finally despite the dangers stuck to my decision.

I had to do it.

This is a ’J’accuse’1 on behalf of myself, my homeland and all those, who were involved in the downfall of Germany. These were not only foreigners but also Germans and agents. A trial against all these Criminals would blow any frame and of course will never take place. But it could be in a Stockholm format or Kuala Lumpur format, where at least the names of all the criminals would be made known to the world. For me it will be a dream, a possibility for my posterity.

For over 100 years our country, my country, has been thrown with dirt, twice plunged into misery, poured over with shame and deprived of its rights with an intensity that is incomprehensible. But the vast majority has got used to it and bucks and kisses the feet of the calumniators. The fact that I learned the full truth so late (10 years ago) has its good and its bad sides. The bad thing, of course, is that lies, the bigger the more, can last so long, and therefore be able to cripple entire generations and fill them with subservient spirit. (Remember what Engels said about the consequences of the peasant wars).

The good side is that I have gained an even better overview with age. At the age of about 30 I had overcome all my fears. But when I started to think about how to bring the truth to light at the age of 70, my courage had always left me. Because it became clear to me which steamroller would come towards me. But I have overcome cowardice, which, if I am honest, has made my old age easier for me. Finally I have reached an age where one has lived one’s life and I am ready to sacrifice it to the truth if necessary. This book I have, of course, also written in the vague hope that some lawyers, judges, intellectuals or politicians will appear on the scene to bring charges against all those who deny the true Holocaust, to rehabilitate the innocently convicted people and to force the Zionists to repay the blackmailed billions of euros and dollars that should go to Russia and China in full.

Klavreström, 12 November 2018

1 This is the title of an open letter from Émile Zola in defence of a High Jewish military, wrongly accused of espionage and treason for being a German Jew and Alsatian.

Content

Preface

Knowledge Difficulties

Beginning of My Political Life

The Holocaust

Germany’s Guilt of World War I

New Research from Docherty/Macgregor – Secret Society + Dream of World Domination – The Day When German Hatred Became Dogma

Course of War

Hiatus in 1916 – German Peace Proposal Rejected – USA Intervenes

The Disaster Ludendorff – Rejection of Wilson Points – Set for Victory – Debacle and Chaos – October Revolution

Neither the People Nor the Government Nor the Workers Nor the OHL Nor the SPD/KPD Had Any Idea of the True Goals of the Entente/S. S. – Nobility/Capital/Army/Hitler with Anti-Communism Agenda – Germania Esse Delendam (2nd Attempt)

Interlude & Transition to World War II

Vengeance on Germany

Conclusion

Index

Preface

„Of the many myths that befog the modern political mind, none is so corrupting of the understanding or so incongruent with historical fact as the notion that the wealthy and the powerful do not conspire. They conspire continually, habitually, effectively, diabolically and on a scale that beggars the imagination. To deny this conspiracy fact is to deny both overwhelming empirical evidence and elementary reason.“

Anthony C. Black (review of The Hidden History).

On my desktop there is a folder, into which I have been throwing everything that has to do with this topic for two years. There are books, articles, tips, videos, ideas. A huge pile and now I’m sitting in front of it and don’t know how to start. Whether I should start at all. I might make five friends and five thousand enemies. Anyway, I have started.

The history of mankind gets older and older in the course of the years, because again and again older relics of primeval humans are found. Recently in Ethiopia an almost complete relic of a woman only 1.20 m tall – called Adi – was found, which is said to be 4.4 million years old. In Georgia they found a so far unknown primeval man, who is said to be over 1.8 million years old.

The scientists only agree on a few points. Firstly, that man came into being in Africa and from there conquered the world, or rather ”discovered and explored it”. If anyone, then they were the first discoverers. And that in every corner of the earth – from the eternal ice of the Arctic to the glowing hot deserts of the Kalahari, Sahara and Gobi, from the Tibetan plateau to the jungles of Latin America, Africa and Southeast Asia. But those first humans did not only wander, but they also became seafarers very early on and even settled the many thousands of islands in all the world’s oceans, which could only be reached by boat, an achievement that still amazes us today, because those ancestors could not only produce seaworthy vehicles, but had also invented great navigation means to find even the smallest islands in the immense Pacific Ocean again.

This period of ”discoveries” – as I would like to call it – lasted several million years in a period when we were all black. The differences in skin color only occurred 30,000 years ago. One can ask oneself who brought up this satanic idea after humanity had felt extremely well in the first four and a half million years and had been extraordinarily successful. Without this mischief of nature, mankind would have been spared a great deal of disaster.

How can I say that they «felt well»? To answer this question is much easier than you might think. For the History of Mankind is divided in two completely different periods – into matriarchy and patriarchy. Research of Matriarchy has understandably been neglected until now because the men who are still in charge don’t like to hear much about it. They prefer to poke around in their very short period of the patriarchy. But nevertheless there have been made in the 99 % of the history of mankind a lot of important inventions and discoveries as for example Marija Gimbutas (a Lithuanian-American historian) found out. She is worshiped by many women, less by men. I myself like her very much, even though I’m not an expert. From that period there were not found fortified cities or settlements, no walls with towers and battlements, no swords and armors. That means that in those times they were superfluous. Here is a quote from a website ‘Internationale Akademie HAGIA’ with the newest findings in matriarchy:

”Modern Matriarchal Research investigates matriarchal societies worldwide. Attention is paid to these societies in the past and to the societies still existing today in Asia, Africa, America and the Pacific Ocean. Matriarchal societies are not a reversal of patriarchy with women instead of men at the top. Instead, they all show themselves as egalitarian societies in which the sexes and generations live together equally. That is, they know no classes, no hierarchies, and no rule of one sex over the other.”

This I imagine as the Golden Ages. Naturally there did not exist these immense hordes of people like today, but the people lived scattered, but driven by constant curiosity. They wanted to know what it looked like beyond the horizons. And I think they were always happy when they met their peers in the endless vastness of Africa, Europe, Asia and of course America, which they had discovered at least a few hundred thousand years before Columbus, before the Vikings and before the ancient Egyptians. That they did not go to each other’s throats immediately, but that one exchanged experiences about new fruits, roots and tubers, about means and tools that simplified life, that they exchanged ideas about good living, hunting and fishing places, that they always learned new things from each other, loved each other and perhaps tackled common projects. They didn’t have big possessions, they didn’t have to be afraid of being robbed, for which they probably didn’t even have words.

Since man emerged in Africa culture first flourished there, in Egypt. Since the end of World War II this has been vehemently denied and lied about. There cannot be what must not be. A black culture from Black Africa? Impossible. For Herodotus and all educated Greeks it was absolutely clear that the culture came from Egypt and they traveled there to acquire the desired education. And the Egyptians themselves always emphasized that their culture originated in the south, in Sudan, where the pyramids also come from. Champollion the Younger began with twisting and bending, which was then diligently imitated and continued by his disciples.

In the meantime, one has come so far with lying that one has ”found” three places in the world where agriculture originated. Especially in the half moon between Euphrates and Tigris (because it is a bit closer to the beloved little Jesus) and there Semites lived and no blacks. In 1956 the Büchergilde Gutenberg published a book by Heinrich Eduard Jacob: ”6000 Jahre Brot” (6000 years of bread). And where was bread invented in dozens of different varieties? In Egypt, where it probably fell from the sky without farming.

Second there is a great standard work by Cheikh Anta Diop „The African Origin of Civilization“, whose theses were recognized at an international congress of historians in Cairo in the 1960s. Anta Diop, born in Senegal in 1923, has also studied in depth the fraud and lies of whites. When agriculture was allegedly invented in present-day Iraq, the crescent moon was an Egyptian colony. On the temples one can find all the barbarian peoples almost as photographic images, which constantly invaded Egypt and were beaten again and again: Germanic peoples, Semites, Libyan peoples etc... I wanted to insert a photo here, but such pictures are not among the thousands of images on Google. So typical. But the whites with their complexes have to lie compulsively and twist everything until it fits into their theories. According to them, matriarchy also did not exist.

Finally patriarchy arrived. It was a long battle reflected in the mythology of many countries where at the end always the male gods were victorious. And, of course, the whole thing is painted in very beautiful colors and adorned with many words. Instead, there must have been a lot of violence when the masters of creation showed the women where to go. This was certainly the beginning of rape, beatings and imprisonment (in the house or in robes), which is still more or less common in many countries today. And since women were already being subjugated, bit by bit even men, weaker and smaller people were gradually brought into the yoke in order to work for the strong, the capable, the masters. This led to an accumulation of wealth; theft, murder and manslaughter came into the world, gradually also the founding of states, from the city-state to the territorial state, which grew more and more over time, to which bureaucrats, henchmen and policemen, laws and prisons were created, which made people’s lives more and more difficult.

The societies grew larger and larger that one or another state developed into an empire. But only in Europe, the Near East and later on the branch in Northern America. At the end of Middle Ages/beginning of Modern Times the Europeans succeeded with their «peace religion» a single ONE and big advantage over all other advanced civilizations: in the weapon industry. This enabled the oppression of other countries and peoples, the blackmail exploitation and looting of their riches and resources. These empires grew to the degree, that the sun didn’t set in their kingdoms – like Spain and – who had amassed great possessions around the globe. Naturally the killing grew from time to time more brutal and more comprehensive. The Spaniards managed to kill about 60 million people in the most brutal and abominable way in less than a century with solid manual labor alone, of which they were mightily proud because it was done in honor of their God. Whites from all over the world – above all Scandinavia, Great Britain, Germany, Italy, Russia – managed to liquidate the same amount in North America again, because they urgently needed their country with all its mineral resources. Only by the immense quantities of gold, silver, diamonds and other precious stones, which were stolen in the two Americas – together with the manpower not to forget – in Africa, Asia and Australia, Europe managed with genocides and plunder to make a rapid leap in all areas of technology, agriculture and science.

Of course, when the prey was divided up, there were constant tussles, small and big wars between the powers, which one wanted to prevent by mediation attempts. Thus the Pope intervened in the dispute between Portugal and Spain, granting the Spaniards the land from the Cape of Good Hope to California/Mexico and the huge Brazil to the Portuguese. Later, in 1884, a great Africa Conference took place in Berlin, where the colonial countries divided the continent among themselves - without the presence of a single African, of course.

And only seven years later, three people met in a London back room, one of whom had a glorious idea, and that was Cecil Rhodes, one of the great robbers, who by force and cunning managed to seize half of Africa for himself and his Queen Victoria – but that was not enough for him. He didn’t want any quarrels or strifes, endless arguments in so many different languages. He wanted a world empire, with ONE government, ONE currency, ONE language, ONE faith and above all with only ONE ruling race, the white Anglo-Saxon race. His dream was to reach for the WORLD DOMINATION.

All the wars since then have been about one thing only: absolute power throughout the world. All these wars - including World Wars I and II - have claimed hundreds of millions of lives, not to mention hundreds of millions more cripples. This is the story I want to tell here. It covers a period of 120 years, which, however, can only happen more or less with key words, because it could not be pressed in any way between two book covers. But above all I want to correct TWO MONSTROUS lies, which were already mentioned in the title.

There are also the comprehensive and exact compilations from the Australian Dr. Gideon Polya, who in 50 years wrote over 130 books, such as like “Body Count. Global avoidable mortality since 1950” [Melbourne, 2007]. Not only does he has pinned down the actual, direct death ciphers in the list, but also the following deaths, caused by hunger, misery, plagues and disease – all those generations ho never saw the days light.

They all add up to MILLIARDS of dead people.

I limit myself to a period of 120 years. which, however, can only be done with keywords, because there is no way to press this mountain of facts between two book covers in any way.

Above all, however, I want to correct those two monstruous lies that were already mentioned in the title. This correction of the very great lies seems to be in the air. Important texts appeared in England from Gerry Docherty and Jim Mcgregor, which in the USA were just published by the Corbett Report (on YouTube are multiple videos with Docherty & Macgregor to be found) and yesterday I listened to Dr. Holger Strohm giving a speech in Hamburg, where you might have thought that he’s quoting from this unpublished book. He spoke already several times on the non-existent war guilt of the Germans on both world wars, all of which were placed on YouTube, but hacked and deleted regularly.

Because the subject is extremely toxic and I have to reckon with the most desperate insults, I want to start by showing how I slowly and laboriously freed myself from night-black ignorance and the innate stupidity that was intensified by my parents’ house and the schools. This is only apparently a contradiction, since unfortunately neither most parents nor most schools are suitable as a source for quenching the innate thirst for knowledge. Later it often brought me to frenzy and outbursts of rage when I had to realize that I had fallen for another lie again. Yes, and then it is the case that with your new findings, which you have thoroughly thought through, you are presented as an idiot or even worse – as a conspiracy theorist.

Then I console myself with Karl-Heinz Deschner, who exposed thousands and thousands of lies in his ’Criminal History of Christianity’, who showed that the entire history of the church from A to Z was a single lie and that the church is the largest organized mafia in world history. It brought him many enemies, but also many friends. And in the end even bishops and other high church dignitaries had to certify that he was unfortunately right.

II Knowledge Difficulties

Desperately I try to reconstruct how it actually was at home. When and how I actually became politically conscious. I often have the feeling that my time at home was a dull brooding in the thick fog. After my self-analysis, which I began in 1956 at the beginning of my studies in Romance Languages and Literatures/Anglistics in Hamburg, and which lasted several years, I emotionally concluded the topic of ZUHAUSE and threw away the key, quasi started a new life. Let’s say that a lot of things were simply put on ice, but no essential questions.

When I think about it intensively, I remember a number of key experiences, already from the 7th and 8th year of life. The first experience was shortly before the departure from Bristow Castle in the middle of Mecklenburg-Western Pomerania, where as a little boy I listened to a conversation my father had with Count Bassewitz on the flight of steps that I never forgot. In the distance one could already hear the Russian cannons. Roosevelt had just died. ”And now the Truman who hates the Russians is at the helm. So now we’re going to go together with the Americans against the Russians. And then we’ll win the war after all.” I don’t remember who said what. Probably my father. He could always talk everyone up against the wall (see also p. 95 ‘Churchill And The “Unthinkable” by A D Hemming). Shortly afterwards we had to leave Bristow Castle in an endless convoy, consisting of horse and cow carriages and people with a cart or on foot and only with a backpack, in the direction of Schwerin.

On the way we were accommodated in a waiting room of a train station with dozens of other people for the night. It was already dark, except for two light bulbs dangling from the ceiling in the waiting room. Then the door opened and immediately there was a whisper: ”Die RUSSEN!» (The Russians) And then there was dead silence. We – i. e. my mother with the 2-month-old baby in her arms, father, my sister (5) and I (7) - sat in the corner at the side where the entrance was at the other end. Most people had already gone to sleep. The two Russians cautiously climbed over all the sleeping and came straight at us and gave my sister and me each a bar of chocolate, turned around and climbed again over all the sleeping just as cautiously as before and disappeared without a single word. So these were the ’bad, bad Russians’. Neither father nor mother said a peep.

The second experience took place in Bad Neustadt, more precisely in Bad Neuhaus – the actual health resort – on the other side of the Franconian Saale, where we lived below the old imperial palace in a 20 square meter room of an old house with 5 persons and where the baron von und zu Guttenberg lived in the castle above, but who had been shot by an SS command at the beginning of 1945 because of his membership in the resistance. At some point I had received the false information that the later Adenauer Intimus Guttenberg had lived there, who was already a billionaire at the end of the 40s, as Bernt Engelmann wrote in ”Meine Freunde, die Millionäre” (My friends the millionairs 1963). But that was another one of the Guttenberg family, which branched out widely. The castle hotel and all the beautiful villas had been confiscated by the US Army. I met an US soldier who, in retrospect, was not a simple soldier, but a soignée, educated and very polite man. So an officer who certainly spoke German, because with the few pieces of English we had picked up we could hardly have talked to each other. We met 2-3 times. He asked me about me and my family. We walked on the small forest paths above the health resort and he also told me about his homeland and about his wife. And reported that unfortunately they had no children and that he would like to take me with him. But I should definitely ask my parents first. I had nothing against it, because in my home I felt unloved and was regularly beaten. So I ran home and breathlessly reported everything down to the last detail and believed in all seriousness that they would be happy. Far from it. In the narrow, small room I stood right next to my father - he grabbed me and struck me by every trick of the book.

Much later I was grateful to him for the beating when I thought about what would have happened to me over there. Probably a corpse in Vietnam. Or a real Yankee - which would have been just as bad as if ”WE” had won the war. But I’m sure that officer was a decent guy.

Now I want to reconstruct how it really was at home. Was there really nothing? Was there only emptiness? Yes, there were no discussions worthy of the name, so much is true. There were also no memories of the parents that they could have conveyed to us.. The past was hardly ever talked about out of sheer caution. No hints either. No jokes about the past – I don’t remember anything like that. There was no discussion here. Not about the present, not about the past, not about the future. The past was closed when I was sent to a shop to buy something in Schwerin, where all the Allied troops had met, and I was remembered: ”Don’t raise your hand to Hitler’s greeting! Understood? Don’t make us unhappy!” My mother must have said this so suggestively that this mechanical gesture was automatically turned off.

Usually the meals are suitable for conversations. Nothing there. If somebody opened his mouth (95 % of the ’somebody’ was me), then I got a smack in my mouth, with my father’s right backhand, which hurt horrible. ”You don’t talk when you eat”. Basta. After dinner, my father went stante pede into his study, where he prepared a pile of mail every day, orders from bookstores, letters to publishers, etc. And I had to post it every day either to the station or to the main post office. He had no chance to become a chief editor again so he changed to a sales rep of publishing houses.

My mother devoted herself to her romance novels and at the same time she knitted sweaters, socks, gloves etc. That made me admire her, especially as she had to count the stitches at the same time. If the reading was exciting, then she at times counted wrong. There were too many or too few stitches and then she had to laboriously recount everything. And the household, laundry etc.? So I know that most of the housework was done by me. My father had his work and besides only one leg and my mother and the oldest sister were sick! The sister had her severe diabetes and the mother had everything – well, I don’t want to be unfair, because she really suffered a total paralysis after my sister’s birth, which was cured after quite a long time by electric shocks in Königsberg. But I suspected her that she would take advantage of it afterwards. She could not be overstrained – it was enough to prepare the lunch, which unfortunately often burned up – the romance novels! – and the burned shit I had to scrape out, that was my job. The cleaning and laundry was done by a woman who came once a week. So there were no intellectual challenges at home or at school.

My father had no chance to become a chief editor again so he changed to a sales rep of publishing houses. He wrote regularly for the ’Quelle’, a magazine and the house postille of a kind of a semi religious community called the Ludendorffer founded by Dr. Mathilde Ludendorff wife of the former Generalstabschef. It was mandatory reading for us, but it was hardly read because my father did not check it or discuss it with us. Darkly I remember that Mathilde did not speak well of the Jews. That’s probably why the paper was banned very soon. Mathilde wrote a lot in it, especially about ”the good, the beautiful and the true”, which fascinated me for a while.

But I remember one article pretty well. A long inflammatory article against Russia, which I then copied and paraphrased and used as a lecture in high school, which must have been in the 8th or 9th grade. I also remember that our rector, Dr. Eberwein, a German Jew (who had fled to the USA during Hitler’s time and came back as ’director’), who was teaching German and English, praised my lecture to the skies, which was extremely embarrassing for me, as I had mainly written it off.

That happened to me by the way still a 2nd time, again from a rector, namely the boss of the Hamburg university Professor Schiller and later finance minister. I had studied Russian for two semesters and was a member of the student theater. One of the guys had come up with a sketch mocking the Russians. And I was supposed to do that because I had such a great Russian accent on it. I have no idea what it was all about. According to the thunderous applause, in the biggest hall of the biggest luxury hotel in Hamburg, it was evident that the Russians were ridiculed. Schiller arrived, hit me on the back and pulled me to the bar. After that we’ll have to drink a glass of champagne, he said. Well, I would only have had to continue working on this track, then I would certainly have become editor-in-chief at some point.

From my father’s library I read some books about Africa, about ’researchers’ and colonialists and about Kolchak, General Vlassov etc. in Russia, which I didn’t like at all. In the Africa books the white people always won and in Russia, yes, the white people also always won. And I almost hated that. My sympathies were always with the blacks and in Russia with the reds for some unknown reason.

The high school was a disaster. There was ONE excellent teacher whom we all loved whole heartedly and whom we first had in English lessons and later in German lessons too. We had two parallel classes for each class - one that started with English and the other with Latin. I took the English class, where after three years French lessons were added, and with renewed conversion, with which our two classes were combined, it resulted in that we had to catch up from the 6th to the 9th class, in three years thus, the large Latinum, and/ or our parallel class the entire material in French. After the great teacher we got the director Eberwein in English and he managed to drive our class into the bun. In the High School Graduation there was ONE two for the best of the class, who actually always had only ones, two times the three - one of them had friend Heinrich and the second me - and the rest were four and five. The director was then forbidden to ever again teach an High School Graduation class in English, which we all took note of with great satisfaction.

In history, the end had come in 1920 - long before Francis Fukuyama announced it in 1992. There we had an ultra-Catholic, of whom we heard ONE sentence about Marx: Marx applied to the New York Times sometime and was rejected and out of anger he wrote the capital. Hahaha – of course, because we were all as stupid as the night and were made even more stupid. In German the end of the flagpole was also after the 1st World War. We never heard anything about Bert Brecht, Heinrich Mann, Kurt Tucholsky, Carl v. Ossietzky etc.

The whole Hitlery fell under the table. Even Jews were not an issue. I didn’t know anything about it for a long time. From time to time one heard a stupid Jewish joke from pupils, not from adults.

It was even beaten now and then, but it never happened in our class (except for one incident where we had to clear the classroom, but our teacher was not quite finished with the subject and told a long guy to wait a moment. When he opened the door for the 3rd time and came in, our wiry, very small sports teacher made a tiger jump and chafed the long guy that he flew backwards out of the class).

The daily newspaper in Bad Neustadt a. d. Saale was the ’Rhön- und Saalpost’. Most of it didn’t interest me, but on weekends there were supplements about countries of the 3rd world (which didn’t exist at that time – not as a term, anyway) and I collected them eagerly and moreover I cut out articles about the Korean War of the Americans and the French Indochina War and glued them into booklets. Over time, I discovered that my grandfather had interesting books in his library, much more exciting than my father. For example a beautiful edition of Jules Verne, of which I liked ”20 000 miles under the sea” and the following volume ”The mysterious island” best. I also learned from my grandfather that Captain Nemo, the main character of the novel was actually the first great Indian freedom fighter Prince Dakkar. This freedom hero then became also the main character in the 2 volumes of Sir John Retcliffe ”Nena Sahib”, but he was German and only took the name to have greater success. And he did. The monster novel had 5 or 6 book beginnings from the most different milieus. He meticulously described the colossal crimes of the English, as vice versa the English wrote very good books about the crimes of the German colonialists. But all together kept silence about their own crimes or they praised themselves over all measures. And with Grandpa I also found the books of Heinrich Barth, the greatest and real African researcher, who was not a racist like all the others. (Wikipedia has an excellent and profound biography in German and a short, but good one in Engllsh. And in Google Books you can even find his monumental writings ‘Travels and Discoveries in North and Central Africa’ in 3 volumes.) A universally educated man, friend with Alexander and Wilhelm v. Humboldt, with Goethe and many more. In Africa he is highly revered in many places until today.

I can say that actually everything that took place outside the school was much more important to me. For example, that I explored the area very carefully within a radius of 5 km. For something to eat and something to burn. The first years up to the currency reform 1948 were not easy. Food was rationed, i. e. one needed food vouchers for everything, which also led to lively exchange. So we did not smoke and did not drink and the stamps could be exchanged for sugar, meat, milk etc. But we were 5 persons and were actually always hungry. It went so far that we roasted acorns lightly in the baking oven, in order to damp the bitter materials somewhat, but they tasted nevertheless devilish. Heating wood was allocated and was never enough. So I went to collect in the forest, but you couldn’t tear off dry branches, just pick up wood and cones from the ground. The woods looked as if someone had gone through them thoroughly with the vacuum cleaner. The house in which we lived was leaning against the mountain with the forest, which made it easier to ”smuggle out” some branches and fir cones. Another problem arose with the fruits. The first thing my father told me in earnest was that I was only allowed to pick up fruits – mostly apples – from the roadside. I stuck to it until a few farmers came and chased us with their pitchforks. Well, if that was the case that these guys even envied you to the fallen fruit they never picked themselves, then I’ll do it differently, then I’ll pick it. I learned exactly when and where apples, pears, plums and cherries ripened. Then I was there and took care of the whole family. And it always went well. A few times it was very close, but I was a good runner. We also collected lots of mushrooms and of course blueberries and even beechnuts.

Then there was my only really good friend Heinrich, who lived with us on the outskirts of the town a few houses away. We stole and learnt together and also caused excitement in the little town. From the country road to Königshofen one could discover Nacktbader (people bathing naked) nevertheless regularly far down at the Saale river. But between the road and river lay at least 1000 m meadows and fields and the railway line to Königshofen, so there was no chance to ever catch us. Word spread all the way to the high school and notices were posted saying ”Bathing naked is strictly forbidden”! However, we never revealed this secret. The city was so tightly Catholic and so prudish that students who were found kissing behind the city wall were mercilessly chased out of school. Actually, we were not allowed to deal with Heinrich’s family. Their father had been Gauleiter and had not got hold of the famous Persilscheine (a document that showed that you had not been involved with the regime) like mine. He got some years education in ’things democracy’. The real reason for the ban on dealing with them was probably that they were even poorer than we were. The result of the prohibition was that each of us siblings had the counterpart at the Baers and the second oldest brother of Henry married my sister who had been born on the refugee route.

I also secretly wrote poems. That was super secret. I didn’t tell anyone at home. And through my contacts with ordinary people, including farmers, I developed some thoughts, which were actually socialist. There was no one in the city who spoke about it, nor were there any books from which I could have picked something like this up. For example, the principle that work should be valued according to time and that the hour should be paid equally for everyone. Not only the same salary for the same work, but the same salary for every hour of work, no matter which one, whereby especially hard work of course earns an extra sum.

Besides Heinrich I had a friend, Dieter Lenk, with whom I could roll philosophical problems. For example, we discussed ”Zum ewigen Frieden” (”On Eternal Peace”), Kant’s most famous writing, which was to become a direct or indirect model for the Charter of the United Nations (UNO). It amazes me now that I had already found my most important topics at that time: peace, justice, love, literature and socialism, or let’s say, less pretentious, social thinking. And that in an extremely hostile environment. Unfortunately, Dieter Lenk’s father was also employed by Siemens and these engineers were constantly transferred.

Why hostile? Well, I had been at war with my mother since I was six years old and only a little later with my father - after the escape. This developed in Bad Neustadt, where opportunities always arose for him to beat me up, because he lived and worked at home. Sometimes rightly, often wrongly. Often my younger sisters were to blame, but as darlings of their father, they utilized this advantage. If something did not suit them, they screamed, the door opened, the father grabbed me and I got a rubdown. Because I was the eldest and I should bear the responsibility. But then there were the beatings that I got outside the house, because we were real heathens. I was beaten by adolescent girls because I did not go to church. On my way home from school a whole group of older lummoxes lurked at me and attacked me. But I always defended myself like a berserker. One or the other piece of clothing broke and even a shoe. That was of course always catastrophic in the bad times. In the end it wasn’t my fault. Nevertheless I got the next beating at home, because of course I was also to blame.

I learned some important lessons in the process. In elementary school a guy attacked me on the way home, and I quickly laid him on his back, sat on him and held his arms. I had learned that you don’t beat up someone who lies down. So I let him go and got up. So he did too and knocked one in my face so that a tooth flew out of my mouth. That was a lesson to me. From then on I drove everyone in until they thoroughly lost the desire for more. But also at the high school I got still plentifully threshing, because I was the youngest. Due to the war the elders were 3-4 years older. So if one is 17 and you are 13, then you have no big chance. But with 15 years I had my size and strength and took sweet revenge at all with suitable opportunity and then was finally peace. Since then I have never got more beating, only the others.

It’s amazing that despite all this I stuck to my above principles and developed them slowly but steadily. Where did I get the energy, the inner strength, not to let myself be defeated, even though I was constantly being beaten down. From my father and also from my mother. That I later became healthy while I had all my childhood illnesses at home, even jaundice, accidents and a highly complicated broken leg, and that I had already undergone five operations by the time we fled at the age of seven, was, in my opinion, due to the definitive break with my parents’ house at the beginning of my studies and to my self-analysis, which in time also freed me from the terrible nightmares I had suffered from since my earliest childhood. My sisters did not manage the separation from their parents’ house and were ill for life – the oldest even died at the age of 26.

I was like a horse that never forgets evil. When we arrived practically as poor devils in Franconia, the home of my father, where his Catholic clan provided the priest in Bad Neustadt and many villages (there was even a bishop in Bamberg), another part consisted of rich farmers, but we got from no one only a bread edge, I swore, just eight years old, never to exchange only one word with the gang of relatives. And I kept this oath. The same – not

so drastic – with my mother when I was six. I wouldn’t let her get to me anymore and when I was asked what I wanted for my birthday, I always said: NOTHING.

Of course they always gave me a little something, a book was the cheapest one for father, but I got a bicycle at middle school. Of course there was also a portion of self-interest behind it. So I could easily pick more fruits.

But there is one thing I am deeply indebted to my father for. He had a friend in Sweden, with whom he had studied in Leipzig, who in turn had a son my age and so it was agreed that Jerker came to us 5 weeks and I drove 5 weeks up to his family. So I became the first, in our class at least, to go abroad. 1952 - what a journey! From Bad Neustadt with a few changes to Frankfurt and from there a train went directly to Stockholm (today it doesn’t exist anymore. Due to the great privatizations, you have to change trains at least three times on this route). Well, at that time it went, however, terribly slowly up to Linköping, 175 km before Stockholm, I drove altogether 75 hours standing from home. You couldn’t fall down because the train was full of people. First I came to the summer house of my friends (at that time neither I nor many others knew what it was), then we visited his grandmother at Sweden’s second largest lake, Vättern. Then friends in the Karlskrona archipelago, a retired admiral who owned an entire island, and finally Annelöv, a small town, their actual residence near Lund. So I had got a lot to see and was completely thrilled. Of the people, the vastness of the land, the endless forests, the thousands of lakes and the moose of course. It reminded me of my lost home in West Prussia. Very strongly I was also impressed and influenced by the very special culture of Sweden. Of course this also contributed to the fact that I landed here in Småland 25 years ago.

But back to Germany. When I started studying Romance and English Studies in Hamburg in 1956 with my years of self-analysis, as I said above, I finished the subject of HOME and started a new life, so to speak. But I am aware that it was only partly new that countless threads still connected me to my home. And after my short summary here I have to say that even in the miserable Bad Neustadt (not the small town itself and the bucolic enchanting surroundings) I received suggestions on crooked, mysterious ways, which partly even became the basis of my political consciousness.

I was lucky at university. I only got a scholarship for two semesters, although I did my exams diligently, but then it was over. My father had tried not to declare some of his income and so he had to pay the money back. But that was not my beer. I did not accept any money from him and so I sat between all stools and worked out my studies myself and was therefore not accountable to anyone. I can even say with Maxim Gorki that all the jobs I did at home and abroad were my universities. This, on the one hand, and on the other the wonderful friends from Spain, Italy, Turkey, Egypt, Persia, with whom I often worked together, who all widened my view, acted as teachers. We helped each other, gave tips and in an emergency we helped each other out with a bed. The big problem at that time was that for the sake of all the saints you were not allowed to bring a girlfriend to your room. Because the landladies were not thinking of anything but fucking. If we were caught, we had to leave immediately, even in the middle of the month.

Now I notice that I never saw an Englishman, a Frenchman or an American at university and not even a Scandinavian. Obviously for them Germany was not ‘in’, but for the southerners it was. And they were not well off, so that many had to earn their bread rolls themselves too. That was usually tedious, but sometimes you were lucky and could really ’make money’. I could even have had a top job in Paris at the largest opinion research institute in France, where I earned as much as I would normally earn as an extra in film. They really wanted me and didn’t make it easy for me to say no. But I knew very well that it would bore me to death after a few months and no money would have helped. I must also point out again that my far more than 50 ’professions’, which I could more or less ’smell’ into, were extremely useful to me later in my work as a radio journalist.