Hansel and Gretel
Hide Grandma's Gold
Hitler and Himmler
were being driven by a young fair-haired SS officer in their
shiny-black Mercedes Benz 770.He was handsome and
"You're new aren't
you?" enquired the Fuhrer. The reply was yes.He was on temporary
"You look to be a
good soldier," said Himmler, "if we like you we'll keep you
Obergroupenfuhrer," he answered.
winding miles they pulled over at the mountain inn that was their
destination.Himmler ordered the innkeeper out.Now it would be
deserted.Then they opened the door to room two, then the trunk of
the car, and the officer started unloading the gold bars.Hitler
grabbed the wicker basket and went into the empty office to make
tea.While the young officer toiled in room two, Himmler and his
Fuhrer ate lunch.Finally they were down to desert.Hitler liked
sweets and decided on a Bavarian creme. He looked across the
white linen tablecloth at Himmler and said casually,
"Your boy over
there, your Gestapo has just informed me, had a Jewish
He was gesturing
toward room two with his chin.Himmler noticed a bit of cream on
it and politely offered him his linen napkin. He was enjoying a
tastey biscuit himself.
"You understand me
"I understand Mein
Fuhrer," he answered wiping a crumb carefully from the corner of
his mouth, "I'll take care of it at once."
"You don't have to
rush," the Fuhrer said, "Want some more tea?There's two cups
"Oh thank you, no,"
he declined graciously. When he declined his Fuhrer it was always
with grace. "I'll have it when I return."
Himmler removed the
napkin off his lap with care and walked across the courtyard to
room two. The boy had his coat off and was busy at work.
finished, Obergroupenfuhrer," he said proudly, "see here!"
The gold had been
thirty-two thousand gold rings etched with the names of Jews or
inscribed with verses from the Torah.Now the rings were
twenty-six gold bars stamped with an eagle clutching a wreath
surrounding the Swastika instead.In this form they were so much
easier to transport.Nazi were anything if not practical.They were
now in neat stacks hidden in the wall.
"Now be careful
when you replace the stones," said Himmler, "they should look as
if they weren't disturbed."
Obergroupenfuhrer.But we have no mortar to make them
As the boy knelt
down on his knees he turned away from Himmler to replace the
stones in the execution wall. Himmler looked about the room.It
was beautiful.The lintel was carved with images of Edelweiss.The
room was spare and clean, as a good German room should be.In the
flowerbox just below the window, blood-red geraniums peeked their
heads over the windowsill. Himmler unsnapped his Walther's
"After you finish
we'll have a slice of pie and milk," he said to the fair-haired
boy, "You like pie and milk don't you?"
Obergroupen fuhrer, I do."
Himmler removed the
Walther from its holster cautiously.
"You'll like the
pie, it's probably like your grandmother used to make."
"Oh, then I know it
will be good, Obergroupenfuhrer."
snapped off the safety so not to make a sound.He drew the barrel
up close to the back of the blond head.All the stones were
replaced now, all but the last one near the floor.
"By the way, how is
your grandmother?Is she well?"
Obergroupenfuhrer, she passed away just before I joined
"I know you miss
your grandmamma, but don't be sad," he said squeezing the trigger
with a gentle touch you'd give a baby,"You'll probably see her
When the shot
reverberated across the courtyard it caused Hitler to spill a
drop of tea, but only one.
In room two Himmler
watched as the boy's cerebral-spinal fluid leaked from the back
of the blond head, over the floor under the last stone.It was
clear, like an egg white, but stained a bit with the blood, like
a fertile egg. Himmler quickly figured,
" It reminds me of
egg white. Egg white is like glue, is used in tempera, and makes
good cement."He certainly knew his art.Who would have imagined
that this ex-chicken farmer would turn Reichsfuhrer and collect
art?Maybe he'd justgrown tired of looking at eggs.
He pushed the last
stone in place using the toe of his boot, then wiped it off onthe
boy'sSS uniform. He liked being clean.
Jew," he said to the body.
When Hitler walked
in Himmler announced politely,
"I'll take that cup
of tea now, I'm just done here."
He replaced the
smoking Walther in its holster.
"And Mein Fuhrer,"
he asked," is there any chance you packed some apple pie?This
work has left me famished."
together into the courtyard where the bright sunlight glinted off
Himmler's gold wire framed glasses.He noticed specks of blood and
grey matter on the lenses.
He took them off to
clean.But when he patted his pocket for his handkerchief, it
saying, "Again Heinie?You always forget your hankie.Here, use
mine." He was always so generous with his
friends, so sinister with a smile.
The Fuhrertook his
silk handkerchief and gave it to him.
"You know how it is
Mein Fuhrer," Heinrichlaughed, wiping them clean, "You can't make
an omelet without breaking a few eggs," and handed it
Hitler tossed it on
the ground. It was what he usually did.
"You know how blood
stains," Hitler remarkedthoughtfully, " But don't worry.I have
more, many more."
Himmler knew that
before it was over, before their work was done, that
blood-stained silk would litter the Fatherland.Red would be the
color and silk the fabric of mourning.
"But not for
He smiled at this
conclusion, it was such a comforting thought, then laughed
"Then you must buy
a dozen, a thousand, a factory full of handkerchiefs Mien
Fuhrer.We have much yet to accomplish."
Fuhrer said with glee,"before you and I are finished we'll need
all the silk in China.But enough of this wishful thinking. We
must save our wishes for birthdays and candles on cakes.And
speaking of cake, our tea is getting cold."
Then the two well
mannered and proper gentlemen, being equally practiced in the art
of destruction as well as the rituals of civilization, walked
back inside and finished their tea before it was too cold to