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40. The Wolf Ballet

Chapter Forty

"𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑟, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡. 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑙, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝐼 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒? 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑? 𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑣𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑠. 𝐼𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟—𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝐼𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒? 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛; 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝐻𝑖𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑟—𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑠, 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝐼 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑."

The world was silent—far too quiet for a world that was currently erupting beneath their feet. Arthur looked up from his journal and pen in hand and sighed. Even the birds have grown mute, the berating chirping and cooing no longer wakes him in the morning. Have they forsaken them too, as the rest of the world has?

The battle on the Nordic shores has gone in Hitler's favor, Denmark has surrendered only in a matter of hours. Hitler and his men couldn't be more delighted by the news, as well as the German nations. Arthur however feared this victory would only be a rumble in the means of awaking a sleeping giant.

Making enemies and fanning smoke is all his country seemed good at. The smell of death now reigns over each city as a grim reminder of their leader's doing. No amount of propaganda could hide the substantial difference in the population. Bodies were being murdered seemingly for ego now. It was all coming to fruition far too heavily, yet Arthur had felt this happening ever since he left the concentration camp.

Under Arthur's command, the camp was able to stabilize itself and the branding of the prisoners' arms came to actuality. An idea Arthur merely spoke out of spite to Rudolf Hoss was now smeared on the arms of millions. Dozens of trains began aligning themselves against the tracks in just a few hours. Arthur had never seen so many trains. After the third day, he remained in the tower unwillingly to step out into the world he was helping to eradicate. Arthur left Auschwitz a week after it was completed. Hoss, who seemed all the most delighted in Arthur's departure, escorted Arthur to his car that evening and promised he'd name the first chimney in Von Wolf's name. A disgraceful and tasteless act in Arthur's opinion, but he predicted that's why Hoss was doing it—to satirize him.