The Secret Journals of Adolf Hitler: The Anointed (Volume 1) by A. G. Mogan

Author:A. G. Mogan [Mogan, A. G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-12-18T05:00:00+00:00

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I should skim through the next four years spent in Vienna quickly, as it is the saddest period of my life. Though as sad as it will definitely prove, it will also teach me a great deal. The Hapsburg Monarchy offered me the education I so despised and avoided in primary school, and the same benefactor allowed me my most important education, the one of the five years of keen scrutiny of Vienna.

In a sense, I am thankful for this period of my life, because it hardened me and enabled me to become as tough as a nut. It also saved me from the emptiness of a sterile life of ease and helped me thus to come to know the people for whom I was afterwards to fight. But more than that, it is during these years that a certain view of life and a definite outlook on the world takes shape in my mind. These become the granite basis of my conduct and I will extend this foundation only very little, changing altogether nothing in it. For it is in youth that men lay the essential groundwork of their creative thought, wherever that creative thought exists. This young age is the one that furnishes the building materials and plans for the future.

Now, for the first time in my life, I begin to learn to know men, to distinguish between false appearances or empty manners and the true, inner nature of men who seem rough and resilient.

I understand the reasons underlying the psychological transformation of these essentially good men. The Hapsburg Monarchy and this Babel Tower in the streets are to carry the blame. Dazzling riches and loathsome destitution are intermingled in violent contrast. The splendor of the Court acts like a magnet on the wealth and intelligence of the whole Empire. And this attraction is further strengthened by the dynastic policy of the Habsburg Monarchy in centralizing everything in itself and for itself.

Besides the horde of high-ranking military officers, Government officials, artists and scientists, there is a still vaster one, markedly different, less splendid and dazzling: the horde of breadwinners. Thousands of unemployed loiter in front of the palaces on the Ring Boulevard, and below that Via Triumphalis of the old Austria, the homeless huddle together in the murk and filth of the canals.

I, myself, am destined to share this latter category in the next four years of my life.

By the end of summer I am stone broke. I gather my belongings once more, and through the following months, sleep in public parks with the starry sky as my beautiful vista and my books serving as a pillow. The money for milk and bread I earn from begging. What I feared most is now my reality, as I share park benches with the rest of Vienna’s beggars. I have nothing to keep my body warm, because I had to pawn my winter coat for food. Begging isn’t always successful.

And then, there are those glares …

As winter approaches, sleeping in the park is no longer an option, and I set out to find an alternative.

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