During the next ten days, as August slipped into September, I had called Gretchen twice on the boarding houses common downstairs telephone. She told me to not call, saying there is a chance of Reinhard picking up, and I told her I was worried, since her brother is dangerous.
On the Tuesday night I got called down to the apartment telephone, since I got call from someone. I wondered who it could be "Hello?" I asked the caller.
"Daniel, it's Gretchen." I heard Gretchens voice say.
My heart skipped a beat, she called "Gretchen! At last! Is it finally safe for us to meet?" I asked, unable to keep some of the joy from my voice, hoping Gretchen didn't noticed.
"Listen to me" she said in a very urgent voice, something I hadn't noticed before, my heart dropped at the tone "I've just come from Osteria Bavaria, where Herr Hitler gave a speech. All of you in Isarvorstadt are in danger. He's whipped up the crowd. There's no telling what they might do tonight, Daniel. Tell your cousins, tell your friends, lock your doors and windows, don't leave your homes. Please" she begged.
I thought for a second, she was serious, the tone in her voice was clearly hushed and rushed. There was a chance she was lying, but I doubt it, she was probably forced to go."All right, I'll stay home. But I must ring off so I can start telephoning other buildings and send the alarm" I said.
I was about to call off when Gretchen spoke "And the police, I'll ring up the central station on Ettstraße and warn them" she said.
I tried not to sigh "Gretchen, you know the police will do nothing" I said.
"But they must, they should--" she said, her voice getting a little louder.
"Of course they should" I snapped, I agreed with her statement "But München is rapidly becoming one man's city and they haven't tried to stop him yet. I must ring off. And Gretchen--" I said, I felt a smile on my face "Thank you" I added.I hung up and let people in my building know before contacting some of the neighbouring buildings. I went back to my room and looked out the window for a while, after an hour I saw a few men storming the streets, lots in SA and SS uniforms. I was glad she wasn't lying, I doubted she was, but at least I wouldn't get a bad reputation for lying.
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Daniel Pov Prisoner Of Night And Fog
FanfictionI HAVE NO RIGHTFUL CLAIMS OF THE PRISONER OF NIGHT AND FOG, ALL CREDIT GOES TO ANNE BLANKMAN Daniel's perspective of Prisoner of night and fog Warning: MENTION OF ABUSE, ANIMAL ABUSE/DEATH, ANTISEMITISM, NAZIS I would like to mention that some chapt...