The Daughter of the Führer

XI

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He nods and goes towards Aunt Beatrix, Uncle Carlo does not look at him at all. Then Uncle looks at his watch.
《I have to go to work, tell me if you find her.》
He says and with the Nazis' approval, he drives away and gets into the car, then heads to a street near where I am, and pulls the car over.
《Hello!》
He says, startling me with his sudden greeting.
《Come, let's go to Italy! I had already agreed with Willhelm, that when the Germans arrive, I would take you to Italy with me, after all I don't even have to change your name.》
He says leaving me speechless, they already knew and hadn't told me, why?
《Come up, what are you waiting for me to pick you up!?》
He asks me, a little bored. Then he sees that I don't move, so he comes over and lifts me up, carrying me to the car, puts me in the passenger seat, and hands me a beige backpack.
《What is it? 》
I ask him, and he sits in the driver's seat, turns on the car, and starts driving off. I immediately remember what Jakob told me about Uncle.
Never let him drive!
But I don't see the problem with letting him drive, in fact he even drives well, Jakob complains too much.
《Why am I the only one in the car, don't you take anyone else to Italy? 》
I ask him curiously, about the fact that he didn't even bring his own son but a little girl he doesn't know.
《I'm only doing it because I was asked, don't think I see you as a daughter and adopt you! Understood.》
She says to me, sounding out the words well.
《What about grandparents, Aunt Beatrix and Jakob? Will they be alright? 》
I ask him worriedly, while he turns up the volume of the radio, not wanting to answer my questions. At least, the music was beautiful, Italian music has that something of happiness and summer, in every word and melody, but at the same time with so many heavy and very deep meanings.
《We stopped towards the border, where we stopped to eat and afterwards headed towards our destination, no other stops. Do we understand each other? 》
I nod, and he starts humming the song on the radio again.
《What did the Germans want, and how come they made you leave? 》
I ask him and this time he turns off the radio, and pulls the car into a car park and looks at me.
《You see, when you work for the state, but especially in a high office, you have privileges. Mine is this. They were looking for you, they know who your father is, and they want to take you to him. But that must not happen. That man is heartless, so much so that he even had a child with a married woman, without her consent! 》
He replies, with a slightly angry tone as he says the last sentence.
So I ask him.
《Did you know the woman?》
《Yes, she was my younger sister... and your mother!》

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