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Unformatted text preview: dent. For others it’s a moment of bed-wetting hysteria:
It was late May 1939, and the night had been like most others. Mama shook her iron fist. Papa was out. Liesel
cleaned the front door and watched the Himmel Street sky.
Earlier, there had been a parade.
The brown-shirted extremist members of the NSDAP (otherwise known as the Nazi Party) had marched down
Munich Street, their banners worn proudly, their faces held high, as if on sticks. Their voices were full of song,
culminating in a roaring rendition of “Deutschland über Alles.” “Germany over Everything.”
As always, they were clapped.
They were spurred on as they walked to who knows where.
People on the street stood and watched, some with straight-armed salutes, others with hands that burned from
applause. Some kept faces that were contorted by pride and rally like Frau Diller, and then there were the
scatterings of odd men out, like Alex Steiner, who stood like a human-shaped block of wood, clapping slow and
dutiful. And beautiful. Submission.
On the footpath, Liesel stood with her papa and Rudy. Hans Hubermann wore a face with the shades pulled
SOME CRUNCHED NUMBERS
In 1933, 90 percent of Germans showed unflinching
support for Adolf Hitler.
That leaves 10 percent who didn’t.
Hans Hubermann belonged to the 10 percent.
There was a reason for that.
In the night, Liesel dreamed like she always did. At first, she saw the brownshirts marching, but soon enough,
they led her to a train, and the usual discovery awaited. Her brother was staring again.
When she woke up screaming, Liesel knew immediately that on this occasion, something had changed. A smell
leaked out from under the sheets, warm and sickly. At first, she tried convincing herself that nothing had
happened, but as Papa came closer and held her, she cried and admitted the fact in his ear.
“Papa,” she whispered, “Papa,” and that was all. He could probably smell it.
He lifted her gently from the bed and carried her into the washroom. The moment...
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This note was uploaded on 01/17/2014 for the course ENG 99 taught by Professor Michal during the Winter '13 term at CSU Sacramento.
- Winter '13