4

After breakfast, while wandering around there, I saw a guitar somewhere. I just picked it up and gently caressed its strings. She heard the noise and came running from the kitchen.

"Sing a melody for this friendship of ours." She said. "Let it be a voice that softens the heart, a voice of love that reflects the eloquence of the incomparable talks of heart."

My finger scratched hard on the strings like a cat scratching, and the harsh tune of music flowed. Horrible revelations of the devil's delusions that make the night as day, filled all around. She stared at my smile and read.

"The glazing look of Modern Music," I said jokingly while reading.

"Yes, hellish voices that demonize the saint." She grabbed the guitar. "Can you play the guitar? Tell the truth." She came towards me with furious gestures as if to strike.

"Just a little…" I was scared to see her expression. "Art is a creation? I do it in my style."

"Do you know what love is?"

"Love is a feeling."

She looked at me.

"Love is a feeling."

"I have finally seen a man who evolved from the ape that Darwin spoke of. Here it is standing in front of me..!"

"Then tell me. Aren't you a girlfriend? The lover of the great Führer..!"

She played the guitar without answering.

A melodious tune that melts the mind flowed. She sang and stepped along with it, and I joined her as the ensemble stirred the veins. Her sweet voice sounded like an opera song.

Gone are the beautiful moments of love and music. By then she had captured my mind.

"Beautiful song." I was enjoying merging in the song and when the concert stopped, I said without realizing it.

She was amused by the vivacity and enthusiasm seen in my eyes.

"What does this song tell you?" She came closer and asked.

"In these lines, you can see the heartache of a girl who is eager to embrace the love," I said.

"It's amazing...! You are obsessed with a girl..!" She burst out laughing at my excitement. "A woman is something to be feared like fire and water, you know God has given her the ability to destroy a man's life with a glance. The black beauty Raxona, who seduced Alexander the Great on the battlefield and turned him into a lover, Cleopatra, who put Caesar and Antony on the cusp of love and had fun bargaining, the illusionist Europa who seduced the sky god Zeus, and the beautiful Helen of Sparta who ignited the Trojan War. So there is much destruction caused by women and love on earth. I see a glint of infatuation in your eyes." She gently stroked my cheek and kissed it. "Do not covet what you see, for covetousness is a temptation to deceit. Lust tempts and destroys a man like a gambler who perishes in the hope of winning. If we are alert to its temptations, we can escape that destruction."

What she said was true. She was in my mind.

"Do you really love me?" She came right in front of me and asked.

My mind was absorbed in her loving eyes.

"It seems," I spoke in a whispering voice.

"I am a Hitler fan. So should my boyfriend. Can you?"

"Yeah, there's nothing wrong with being a martyr for a divine love."

"Is liking Hitler Martyrdom?" Her expression changed.

" It can be said that when Hitler remains as a terrorist in mind," I said with a goofy grin.

"Do you know who Hitler really was?" She kept looking at me. "When you blame Hitler you have to understand who Hitler was. Only then will your judgment be unbiased beyond human opportunism."

"Who was Hitler?" I asked.

"Pertinent question." She said. "Adolf Hitler is the savior of a people who left the country due to poverty and came to Vienna to become an artist, and wandered the streets of Vienna without that dream coming true, and finally went into the darkness of despair and rose up as a revelation of human progress..! Hitler turned his dark life, shrouded in despair, into a vision of progress, thus evoking a nation. It was not just a gospel to dream, but it was a great ideology to fight for the existence of a people. Like the emperor Alexander who fought to build a great empire, like the Mongolian lion Genghis Khan who built the largest empire in human history, like Napoleon who built an empire from nothing with sheer force, Hitler is the one who fought and built an empire using survival tactics as a weapon. Who was Hitler who fearlessly set out to realize his dream of the Third Reich, creating a great empire that stretched from the Arctic Circle in the north to the African savannah in the south, and from the Atlantic in the west to the Black Sea in the east? The man was not a prince or noble born with a silver spoon in his mouth, a skillful warrior who had seen many battlefields, or an educated statesman, a genius, or a thinker whom people worshiped. An unfortunate man, who was born into a poor family, had a very difficult childhood and eventually had to leave the country as a refugee without even completing his schooling. That was Hitler before he became the adorable Führer of Germany. The man who, as an infantryman in the First World War, lurked in the trenches waiting for death with a bayonet gun, ran as a messenger on the battlefront raining shells and bullets, and finally came back lifeless from the poison gas of the enemy, came back as a vision, a fighter, an inspiration, to the rescue of a nation. It can be said that Hitler was a fighter who shone as a revolutionary star in history."

I felt like replying that, you Nazis would say so, but I remained silent for fear of her beating.

"What's the answer?" She asked seeing my silence.

"But the world paid a heavy price for that vision of Hitler," I said.

"It is a law of nature. Nothing is gained here without paying a price. Each of the empires and kingdoms created here was through bloody battles that paid a heavy price. It must be remembered that no kingdom was born here in the gospel of peace."

 "And what eventually happened to that empire? That empire, created by the lamentation of many men, finally crumbled. The communists and the capitalists cut it to pieces, obliterating the Reich's emblem of Roman imperialism and obliterating Hitler's vision, and erected a wall of division in the capital of his great Third Reich and finally, it became the land communists and capitalists by wiping out all legacy and glory of the Nazism."

She glared at my smile. I stopped laughing when I saw that.

"Didn't the Roman Empire, which was the First Reich, and the Kaiser Empire, which was the Second Reich, collapse like this?" Her angry voice rose there. "Everything will perish. It is a characteristic of nature. It does not give stability to anything, everything is subject to change. That change will shake empires too. The British were the owners of the empire that never set the sun, and what happened in the end? Did it survive or collapse? Time is of evolution, it keeps changing everything in the universe, from one state to another. No one, nothing, is immune from it. But when one lives through a storm of transformation, it is a revival. There can be good and bad in those heroes who quote us. Their visions act as an energy that moves some and immobilizes others. Naturally, it is natural law. But it must be remembered that many are indebted to their visions and ceaseless struggles." She paused and looked at me. "Now tell me your answer."

"I'm afraid of Hitler."

"It's the scary ones that should be worshipped, not the ones that no one cares about." She said pleasantly. "Don't you worship God because you fear God?"

"I cannot accept and worship Hitler who mercilessly killed millions of people just for his selfish interests. In that great empire of Hitler that you mentioned, there were more than ten thousand small and large death camps and prisons. The lamentation of the people who were brutally tortured and died everywhere still echoes in this land.

"So may I ask something? Where did we drop the atomic bomb? In a Japanese military camp or on a war front? Where was it?"

"In Hiroshima," I said.

"Yes, in the crowded cities, on the innocent people of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, we apostles of human rights dropped that weapon of mass destruction. Many lakhs of them died and became lifeless. Even today, the pain of the unhealed wound of that atrocity is burning. This is how the battle for survival. It is not a gospel of peace, but a killing call of extermination. Stalin killed more people than Hitler did, including his own people. Despite the implementation of socialism and starvation, they were forced into slave labor and thrown into concentration camps. And yet Stalin is not hailed and worshiped as a great revolutionary..?"

"I have no opinion that Stalin was a great soul."

"Then who is Stalin?"

"Stalin and Hitler were men driven mad by power. They had no respect for anything but their own selfishness. That's what they're standing for."

"All isms and their advocates stand for those isms. It was all individual struggles. No other ism was born here."

"How did you become a Hitler devotee?" I asked.

In response, she turned on an old-time radio there.

The Führer delivers an impassioned speech, in German. In the background, the applause and cheers of the crowd can be heard. Hearing that, I glared at her.

"Which station is this broadcast from?" I asked, surprised.

"Radio Berlin, 1944"

She burst out laughing seeing my expression.

The Führer's voice changed to another voice on the radio.

"Do you know who this is?" She turned her face towards me. "A mastermind of the conspiracy that crushed the Fuehrer's dreams. A dreamer who always swallowed Para codeine pills and enjoyed life himself as madly as a Roman emperor in his mansion called Karin Hall. Have you heard about such a being anywhere in the history of Hitler as the Führer described as a drug addict?"

"Hermann Goering..?" I looked at her.

"Yes, the Robbin Hood, the master of theft."

"Master of theft?"

"Yes, this man was also a custodian of priceless art collections stolen from occupied lands. Goering had turned his mansion into a museum by exhibiting many of them." She paused and continued in a mournful voice. "The Führer trusted Göring and Himmler as his eyes, but they deceived the Führer. I told this to the Führer once in the Berlin bunker where the great warrior spent his last days."

When she saw me staring, she turned around and burst out laughing wildly. "Are you afraid I'm a ghost?"