Tag: Hitler

In this little town on the Inn, haloed by the memory of a German martyr, a town that was Bavarian by blood but under the rule of the Austrian State, my parents were domiciled towards the end of the last century. My father was a civil servant who fulfilled his duties very conscientiously. My mothe...

HEY!” “HEY, YOU CAN’T PARK HERE, ASSHOLE!” a deep voice echoed as a series of loud thumps on my door sprung me from my slumber. What in tarnation? Naturally curious to see who had their knickers in a knot, I slithered out of the sleeper, cracked the window, and pee...