The Mistery of Belicena Villca
Half an hour later Rudolph Hess appeared , impeccably dressed in gym equipment : blue pants , windbreaker and sneakers . Tall , stocky , of square face and thick eyebrows , the black and glittering eyes that seemed to draw the attention to him .
Barely smiling , he stopped for a moment to look at Dad and then they merged in an embrace that elicited exclamations of joy and spontaneous laughter from both of them . It had been many years since I had seen him and , therefore , I had a very vague memory of him , but I was surprised to discover a shyness that I could not even imagine in the powerful lieutenant of the Führer . He turned to me and looked in admiration . – Dieser mein patekind ? 16 – he said as if to himself –. How time flies ! he is already a man . A new man for a new Reich . – Tell me Kurt – he was addressing me this time – don ' t you want to stay in Germany ? Here you could study and serve the fatherland . – Yes taufpate 17 Rudolph , – I replied overjoyed – that ' s what I want . My greater ambition is to enter the NAPOLA School . – That is really a big ambition --said Rudolph Hess-- we will see what we can do . At that moment Ilse Hess ( born Pröhl ) came in , whom Dad didn ' t know but that after making the introductions , she seemed to be a lifelong friend . This was because Ilse was a simple and energetic woman , but she owned a great kindness . She was a former National Socialist militant , she was estranged from politics since her marriage to Hess in 1927 and she stated , shortly after speaking with us , the desire to have children , which God seemed to deny . --Just five years later , Rudolph Hess ' s only child , Wolf , would be born , but that ' s another story-- .
We spent a week in Berchtesgaden during which Rudolph , Ilse and Dad got intimate on several occasions , when they were not going to Haus Wachenfeld to see the Führer who on the other hand was besieged by Goering and other party members .
On those evenings , when Dad and the Hess exchanged memories and anecdotes , I used to interrogate the SS officer in charge of the custody for hours . According to my criterion in those days , there wasn ' t a worthier goal of the efforts of a German youngman , than to belong to the Elite corp of the SS .
One day , of the first we spent in Berchtesgaden , Dad and Rudolph withdrew to speak to an outside gallery , located on a hillside and protected by a railing that surrounded the house . Normally I would have ignored them , but something in the gestures , a whispering tone in the conversation , alerted me to the possibility that they were talking about me .
I thought they were referring to the admission to the NAPOLA School and an growing anxiety won me over . Not being able to resist the temptation --unforgivable crime , my father would say – I did something reprehensible : I spied on them .
Pretending to be standing against a window that opened in the vicinity of Dad and Rudolph Hess , I tried to listen to their conversation , which actually developed around the theme of my person . But it was not about the admission to the NAPOLA School , but about an issue that filled me with astonishment . –… You can leave me Kurt then – Rudolph said – did you tell him about the Sign ? – I didn ' t think it was convenient --Dad answered . Besides , I wouldn ' t know how to explain that Mystery to him in sufficient depth . You know more than I do about these things ; you are the best person to talk to him .
Rudolph Hess shook his head affirmatively while his face kept that shy smile so characteristic of his person .
– Let ' s wait a few years ; --said Rudolph Hess-- if Kurt doesn ' t ask before . Has he never suspected anything ? Has he not been the protagonist of some abnormal event ?
– No , Rudolph , except for the issue of the Ophites , which I already told you about in my letters , nothing strange happened to him afterwards , and he even seems to have forgotten it , or at least , the memory does not affect him .
At this point in the conversation between Rudolph Hess and my father , little was what I understood , but when mentioning the Ophites an incredible episode of childhood came to mind instantly . When I was about ten or eleven I was the victim of a kidnapping ! It was not a criminal kidnapping in order to collect ransom , but a kidnapping perpetrated by fanatics of the Ophite Order
16 Dieser mein patekind ? Is this my godson ?
17 Taufpate : Godfather .
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