Chapter IV
In which the gentle reader is informed about the quick resolution of the Spanish Civil War and some more advantures.
Joachim (bottom left), Erhard (looking into the camera, next to Joachim) and Hans (that guy with the glasses just to the right of the center of the picture) attending a class-reunion Christmas Party in December, 1936. The man turning around is Erhard's old literature teacher, Herr Gross.
- I honestly don't understand. It has been almost two months since the war in Spain ended, still no word from Martin. - Joachim was standing out on the balcony of the townshall building with Hans and Erhard. Herr Gross, Erhard's old literature teacher had some connections in the local council and managed to get the council chamber of the mayor for this class-reunion. Erhard's class was always his favourite (although not Erhard specifically, as he hated literature almost as much as geometry), and he took it to his heart to get the best possible location for this first meeting of his pupils after four long years. A lot of things happened in those four years.
- But we called his editor, and he told us that Martin is already
on his way - Hans was trying to calm Joachim, but maybe even more, himself. - Spain is a
long way from here.
- But not
that long! - said Erhard, mimicking Hans' accentuation - He could have come home on foot by now. Something must have happened... For example, they tried to get home through France, and they got arrested. The French got pretty annoyed when our army entered the Rheinland in full force back in April...
- That would have caused an international incident. Arresting a German reporter? Do you think Herr Führer would have kept such a thing to himself? And even if something did happen, we couldn't do anything anyway. And that's what makes me so angry! This helplessness!
- Or maybe somehow they linked him to that illegal newspaper business in April.
In the spring of 1936, the trials of the "White Rose" group led to the execution of three stundents of the University of Munich.
- I don't think so. All three involved had a public trial, so we would have known. And he still wrote articles for the
Völkischer Beobachter up until the Republican victory in October, and those agitators were executed in May. Although the articles started to get smaller and smaller since May, when the Condor Legion was recalled.
- Now that you mention it - said Erhard, scratching his head - the articles started to be less like him after May... Less informed, less direct, more propaganda oriented... I usually don't like what Martin has to say, but at least he believes in what he says. His work could be briliant, if only he was writing the right things. Those articles felt more... Fabricated. But then why was he sent there in the first place?
- Propaganda needs some basis. I believe he was sent to Spain to provide that basis, even if the details were distorted to fit state policies better. We can assume that by May, the articles were probably written by somebody else.
- But who? - asked Hans in shock.
- That's not the point - said Erhard - the point is that it was not Martin anymore. Maybe they didn't even come from Spain. If the Condor Legion returned, then who would have remained behind to send the reports?
- Definitely not Martin. He may be almost as passionate as you, Erhard, but not as stupid. He won't fight a losing fight unless he believes in it.
- Exactly! Wait... Hey!
- Still, all we know is that he didn't write the articles after May, but he didn't return with our volunteers either. - summed up Hans - But then where is he? Maybe he died and they didn't want to tell us, and they replaced him with someone else using his name instead!
- I don't think so. What would be the point? He wasn't that famous... I think he did survive, and continued to send the reports, but maybe less frequently or they were less detailed. Still, we know practically nothing, and we couldn't do anything, even if we did.
- Well, then we should go home.
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Hans and Joachim were talking on their way home, mostly about the recent completeion of the new industrial district of Dortmund and Kassel.
- And aside from that huge investment in Kassel, the Luftwaffe also started improving their air base near the city. I was offered a new job on that construction, but I turned it down.
- Fascinating, Joachim.
- And can you guess what these new factories will produce?
- Rubber ducks maybe?
- No. Steel for passenger ships!
- Fascinating, Joachim.
- And... Did you leave the lights on when we left?
- No...
Someone is there! Up in
my appartment! Oh no, what should we
do?
- Go up there and check it out.
- I'm not sure if we
should...
- Why, do you have anything urgent to do? We were going home anyway. Come on!
They entered the building and went up to the second floor, and found the door closed. Hans reached for his keys and gave them to Joachim:
-
You open it!
Joachim slowly opened the door (while Hans got behind him), and entered the hallway. He got hold of a sturdy looking umbrealla, while slowly, sneaking towards the kitchen door. After a second of hesitation, he quickly forced the door open while holding the umbrella up ready to strike down the interloper only to find Martin sitting at the dining table over a can of beans.
- Martin?! - cried out Joachim.
- Oh, hi! I didn't mean to startle you. - said Martin defensively holding up his hands and droping his fork - I didn't hear you come in! Why are you sneaking in Hans' appartment?
- Martin! Where the hell have you been? Are you alright? - Hans was forcing himself into the kitchen past the surprised Joachim still standing in the door. - How did you get in?
- One question at a time, alright? The janitor let me in. But he didn't really trust me that much, so he locked the door on me when he left.
- And he wasn't too far from the truth - said Joachim, pointing at the can of beans with the umbrella.
- Oh, that? I hope you don't mind. But I was starving! I didn't have anything to eat since Zürich.
- Zürich? But that's in
Switzerland! What were you doing
there?
- Hans means he doesn't mind. But his point is valid. How did you get to Switzerland?
- Don't you want me to start at the beginning instead? It will be very complicated if I start from the end and go backwards! Jokes are not the same if you start with the punch line, you know... Or I could even jump back and forth in time, if you want more excitement!
- No, starting from the beginning will be just fine. - said Joachim, while sitting down along with Hans.
- Well - started Martin - last time we spoke was in March, when I left for Spain. I went there to report on the civil war for my newspaper. I was scared, obviously, but actually everything went just fine for the first two months. The situation was rather hectic, but I was far behind the front lines. Those front lines weren't exactly solid ones, but I was still out of harm's way.
The chaos in Spain when Martin arrived at the scene.
- Anyway, the war started out pretty well for the Falangists (except for those poor souls in Southern Spain, cut off from reinforcements and supplies), with their forces mostly concentrated, while the government had their troops scattered all over the country. This initial chaos was almost enough to take Madrid, although then the whole conflict would have ended before it even started, and where's the drama in that?... But that was not to happen. You probably remember my briliant articles about these months of valiant fighting near Madrid and La Coruna, how the army was repelled time after time and held from taking the capital, and how the courageous defenders of La Coruna managed to hold the port in the north in turn.
"Franco's push", the bold attempt to encircle and cut off the Spanish capital, imprisoning the government inside.
- Then in May, things got worse. While the loyalist troops in the South were completely enihilated and the Condor Legion retreated to La Coruna, General Franco Bahamonde started a bold maneuver to encircle Madrid.
- Wait! What was
that? - The monologue was interrupted by Hans. He was almost mesmerized by Martin's well-crafted story, but at this point, he got confused.
- General Franco Bahamonde - repeated Martin slowly - started a bold maneuver to encircle Madrid. You know, that Spanish guy with the stupid mustache...
- Not
that part! Before that, about the
Condor Legion!
- Our brave soldiers? They retreated to La Coruna in May.
- No. They returned
home, after cutting off Barcelona and Bilbao from the government, Hitler decided that they have
done enough, and if the Spanish can't finish the job, they
don't deserve the help anyway. They returned home
victorious!
Franco's maneuver pushes too deep, leaving the rest of the front open for an attack.
- Were you there? Because I didn't see you, and
I was there! No, they didn't return home victorious. They retreated to La Coruna, and took me with them, fortunately. Unfortunately, we got cut off again. But we still got transmissions from the general Headquarters, so I was able to continue sending my reports through them.
Republican forces cut through the line and retake Bilbao.
- That explains a lot! - said Joachim suddenly.
- What do you mean?
- Well, I guess you didn't get the chance to read your articles in print, did you? They started to get less 'your style' in late May. They started to get more "propaganda-ish", if you get my meaning. That coincides with the supposed victorious return of the Condor Legion, and Franco's bold maneuver. Here, it was sold as plain stupid, but only a week after the Legion's "return".
- Please, keep your conspiration theories to yourself, would you? I'm in the middle of the exciting story and grand adventures of my return, if you don't mind!
- Alright, I'm sorry! Please, continue!
- So. As I was saying, I managed to talk myself into this truck full of German soldiers, when the Soviet planes started to bomb Burgos.
- Soviet planes?! - said Hans and Joachim simultaniously in utter surprise. This tiny little bit of information didn't find its way into the newspapers.
- Do you want me to tell the rest of the story, or you don't? Because I won't say another word unless you keep quiet and don't interupt me at every turn!
- Alright alright, sorry...
- Where was I? Yes, the truck. So I managed to get on this truck full of soldiers because there was this guy, their leader, and I knew the sister of his childhood best friend's older sister's nanny's cousin from school. Actually, I made up the story, but we came from the same general area, so it might as well be true! Now, with them, I got to La Coruna, where I went to the local headquarters to get in touch with either home, or at least with the general headquarters. The former didn't work, the later did. They told me to stay with these soldiers, and don't get in the way... They actually gave me a rifle and a uniform! Thank heavens, this lieutenant, Wilhelm von Walsrode was a nice enough fellow, and kept me out of danger. By July, things got better for a short time, when the resistance in the North was crushed, but Franco's push didn't work as expected. HQ told me that I may get back to Burgos in whatever way I can, or I may stay put, but they can't afford to send me any form of transport. So I stayed put.
Franco's push is repelled, and even though the resistance in the North is eliminated, the momentum of the attack is lost. The war is effectively over.
- Wilhelm told me that things are looking up, Barcelona is cut of from the main forces, we are linked with the capital, and with the Northern parts secured, the forces fighting there can be redeployed to the front and start to fight for real. He probably didn't count on one thing: the Spanish people. The Falangists were defending the people, but the poeple didn't understand that, and fought back.
- Thank God, Erhard's not here...
- Joachim! Stop interupting me! Where was... Oh, yes. The chance for a quick victory they would have needed to win this war was lost with Franco's failed push (which, ironically enough, was pushed back), and they were not ready for a prolonged war. They didn't have the infrastructure nor the administration for that. They always relied on the people making them their tools of war, but now the poeple was building those tools for the government instead. By the end of the summer, we were cut off again, and on the retreat. The unit I stayed with was forced towards the Portugese border, where we finally got shelter. The regime there offered us safe passage, but no other support. Fortunately, this Wilhelm guy was much smarter than I thought at first, and realized that the war was lost. So, we headed for Lisbon in late August.
- But that was
four months ago! What
took you so long? - Joachim remained silent, but Hans couldn't.
- I will forgive you for this interuption because of your can of beans. Now we are even. A small misunderstanding
took me so long. We arrived in Lisbon in two days, and booked a passage for Wilhelmshaven, but someone messed up something (it wasn't me, honest!), and we ended up on the Azores instead! It was a nice place to be, I admit, but still. We only spent a month or two there, then we gathered enough finances to get to Palermo, from where we walked to Messina, then by train to Naples, again by foot to Rome, by train to Genova, by foot to Milan, then by train to Zürich. There, we split up with Wilhelm and his unit, because they were going to Baden. From there, I came by train again, but I had to bilk, because I had no more money left. So, I don't have anywhere to stay until tomorrow, when I will go to the
Völkischer Beobachter and then get things sorted out at my apartment to which I unfortunately misplaced the keys. So, can I stay here for the night?
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