The Daughter of the Führer

VI

♡•○•♡

Today Grandpa and I went to Brig, not for a holiday but to contact the two neighbouring states. Grandpa after asking the police, his former colleagues, took me to a room where there are several machines, and that's where he sent a message through a telegraph, a strange machine that allows you to write messages that can arrive faster than a letter, and it's a formidable thing!
《Now that we're here in Brig, what do you say we go for an ice cream? 》
Grandpa asks me, and immediately a big smile forms on my face.
《Yes! I love ice cream!》
Seeing my reaction, Grandpa leads me towards a nice and also big ice cream shop, I get a medium chocolate and hazelnut cone, while Grandpa gets a vanilla cup.
Then we decided to take a little stroll around Brig, and my eyes catch a nice shop window, it's full of notebooks, school stuff but also diaries and pens, basically it has everything you need for a good school year.
Grandpa, who was continuing walking, turns around because he notices that I stopped, he catches up to me and asks.
《You're interested in something, here's 30 francs, buy whatever you want, don't mind the cost.》
Grandpa tells me and I happily hug him.
《Thank you Grandpa! 》
And he smiles warmly at me and then loosens the hug. So I enter the shop, Grandpa stays outside waiting for me.
Inside it's even bigger than it looks, and it's also well lit. It is full of shelves overflowing with objects.
The thing that had already attracted me from the window was a simple leather diary, tied together with a turquoise ribbon, and some beautiful fountain pens, I decide to take one from Warsaw, the city where I have lived for practically all my life up to now, and one from Brig, to remind me always of my grandparents, uncles and Jakob, and of their kindness in hosting me at their house even though they don't know me well yet.
I go to pay and he gives me change of 2 cents, then I notice a bowl with written on it.
"Donation for the reconstruction of the municipality" and I decide to put in the remaining money, even though it is not much.
I leave the shop holding the purse the shop assistant gave me.
Grandpa seems happy to have given me a welcome gift, and I am just as happy!
Grandpa and I decide to go home, not to worry Grandma and also not to upset her about the fact that we ate out and not what she had prepared. It would start a war even here in Switzerland between my grandmother who wants us to eat the food at home and my grandfather who wants to taste other dishes, that would be fun to see.
We drive to the car park where Grandpa left the car and head home, contentedly listening to some songs on the radio, which I asked for, and the news of the war that Grandpa wanted, but hearing that they were useless and that we couldn't understand anything, he goes back to the music, which I like very much.

♡•○•♡