Sigmund Freud at Berchtesgaden and Adolf Hitler

Sometimes, notably curious things can actually happen, in the course of history, that appear to be fairly inexplicable or normally unfathomable in general terms of what most people would logically tend to regard being as rather queer or, at least, downright incredibly strange.  

One might wonder, moreover, if even a highly skilled novelist could compose a work of pure fiction that would not seem as filled with wonderment as would a real event or series of events that did occur over a period of time and at a particular foreign location; in this case, it was the notable reality of events that did, in fact, take place within the fourth decade of the past 20th century.  

Readers are fully encouraged, moreover, to do their own independent research to further directly verify the baffling, impenetrable, incomprehensible happenings that are only briefly described in this short article, meaning as they center around one Jewish historical figure, in particular; in this instance, reality seemed much stranger than mere fiction.

To wit, Clive James, in his book titled: Cultural Amnesia: Notes in the Margin of My Time, amazingly recounts (among many other interesting things, of course) how Sigmund Freud, while vacationing at Berchtesgarden in Bavaria, Germany, in the 1930s (and earlier), had been virtually insensible, oblivious, or blasé to the comings and goings of Adolf Hitler.   Among the rather odd and quite extremely bizarre musings of Freud, according to James, he had actually thought that the Roman Catholic Church (or other entities) was going to sufficiently deal with Hitler to, somehow or other, curtail his power or, perhaps, to, at least, minimize him regarding mainstream European affairs.  Incredible, isn’t it?

Upon surfing the web, through Google searching, it was easily noticed that not a single book exists on the subject of the title of this article, which will be briefly discussing Freud’s presence at Berchtesgaden and the visits there done by Hitler.   Volumes could be written, though not a single one has ever been, as is here simply noted.  It is, also, a fit subject worthy of a satirical movie by Woody Allen in terms of a surrealistic theme of a somewhat high order, perhaps, in fittingly appropriate terms of a black comedy. 

In thinking of some appropriate historical parallels as applicable and suitable analogies, picture, perhaps, a visitor to a resort villa in ancient Rome (of the same degree of personage status as a Freud) just very casually watching the comings and goings of Attila the Hun (!) without really noting much in terms of such happenings.   [In contrast, e.g., the philosopher Hegel, at Jena, saw the very Spirit of History on horseback as Napoleon Bonaparte rode into that city.]