World War Two: Three Dictators

World War II by Adolf Hitler

My name is Adolf Hitler. And I was the leader of Germany. And now I’m in Auschwitz. First I was a beloved leader, the people liked me. They loved me because I was the first person in ages who brought some order and discipline to Germany. But because off some strange actions I’m now in Auschwitz.

When I was fast asleep, I was brutally woken by three men, completely in black. It was in my hotel room in München. They pointed a gun at me and they told me to follow them into a car. I did what they told me to do. And than they blindfolded me, I couldn’t see a thing for hours. I think the journey took about eight hours, but I wasn’t sure. It was a very uncomfortable journey, because it wasn’t a very good road, and It was probably a very old car. The men who were driving the car weren’t much of a talkers. But out of the few phrase I could understand that they were German, or at least they could speak German. And I also figured out that they were going to take me somewhere unpleasant, but I don’t know where. I still was wearing the blindfold, and still the car didn’t stop.

After a few more hours I felt we where going in a side road. And after 1half an hour more we stopped. The men went out of the car and took me with them. We walked for about ten more minutes, and than we went in a building. It was a very closed dark building, with almost no windows. Finally my blindfold was taken away. My eyes had to get used to the light again. We went to a big office with two guards standing besides the door. When the door opened, I recognised the man sitting behind the desk. Arthur Liebehenschel. He was the commandant of Auschwitz at that time (1943-1944). I have never heard someone speaking to me with such a disrespectful voice. He told me I was going to go to Auschwitz 1 where all the Polish and Russian were imprisoned. And still I didn’t know why I was sent to Auschwitz for. Arthur took my outfit, my weapons, my ring and my pride. He handed me old, dirty piece of cotton, which I understood were my clothes. And the whole time, while I was changing me, he was looking at me. I saw his eyes, and I saw no hate. I know someone else must have captured me. The two men took their masks off, but I didn’t recognise them. They escorted me intone of the barracks. I was together with a bunch off Russians, I didn’t recognise one of them. I was thinking, what could I have done to prevent this? Who had capture me?