It was a hot, sunny day and the streets of Munich were deserted, barring the stray dogs and puppies lolling about with their tongues out. Hienrich roamed the streets looking for his next target. The hand holding the magnifying glass was rock steady but his otherwise solemn face was flushed with anticipation, his normally cold, expressionless eyes sparkling with anticipation.
He had to be careful. The last time he was caught,his father had given him a hiding his arse still remembered. Joseph was normally a god fearing, mild man. But he was a fanatic about discipline. And Hienrich knew that he had just about reached the last few inches of the fuse that was wired to the keg of gunpowder that resided in Joseph's mind. So, he had been careful for the last few months. But today the temptation was too much.
He spotted his target soon. It was a beautiful Labrador pup, about 2 or 3 months old. And it was sleeping alone on the pavement, it's ears pricked and eyes closed. It looked so beautiful, so vulnerable, that Hienrich's heart swelled with love for the helpless creature. He took out the glass and carefully positioned it so that the sunrays focused on the delicate soft pink tissues of the inner ear. As the pup screamed out in pain he moved in for the kill, the blunt hammer halfway out of his pocket. He felt a sudden movement from behind and before he realised what happened, a hand clamped down on his shoulder and another wrenched the hammer out of his curled fingers..he turned around with a thundering heart and his worst fears came true..it was that wretched Rabbi Efrati again.
'You are sick', he said, 'and its time Joseph realised the depths of your depravity'.
He took the struggling, kicking boy to his home and when Joseph opened the door, one look at the rabbi and the hammer and the struggling boy in his hands told Joseph the entire story. He grabbed both and before the rabbi could say anything, the door slammed in his face.
'I think you and me have to talk boy', Joseph said, taking out the horsewhip from the cupboard.
Late that night, Hienrich lay face down on his cot, with his flayed back swathed in bandages and made a vow.
'I will get you, you fucking jew', Hienrich Himmler said.
May 16, 2007
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Part II of Himmler: ( i have copied and pasted though from somewhere)
The small, diffident man who looked more like a humble bank clerk than Germany's police dictator, whose pedantic demeanour and 'exquisite courtesy' fooled one English observer into stating that 'nobody I met in Germany is more normal', was a curious mixture of bizarre, romantic fantasy and cold, conscienceless efficiency. Described as 'a man of quiet unemotional gestures, a man without nerves', he suffered from psycho-somatic illness, severe headaches and intestinal spasms and almost fainted at the sight of a hundred eastern Jews (including women) being executed for his benefit on the Russian front. Subsequent to this experience, he ordered as a 'more humane means' of execution the use of poison gas in specially constructed chambers disguised as shower rooms.
i see u recently saw The Good German..
nope..as i told u on koushik's blog..its been ages since i have seen a new movie..
why the question but? pls dont tell me there is scene exactly like this in the movie???
not at all.. but the movie is about the whole world war II thingy..
where is the credit line?
or, is that you? if so...i nominate you for pulitzer. now be honest.
thanx ghetu..can i take that as a compliment? if so, the whiskey will be on me on the 2nd..
i likes i likes! ending's really good...it's got what "a love story" lacked. but ya, i tend to agree with scout...you been watching WW II flicks?
thanks u thanks u sayantani..no i havent been watching WW2 flicks..the thought came about with the magnifying glass bit..suddenly remembered my childhood when we used to be fascinated by this concept of generating heat..used to go around burining fallen leaves for hours on end..
u did that too, eh? i remember, uthoney boshe gheme neye, tao experiment korte hobe...newspaper puDlo, ebar pata puDbe ki?? wish i could do it again...kintu akhon shei uthon-o nei, ar shei abandon-o na.
yeah..and now kids are too busy watching cartoons to do all this..
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