The Daughter of the Führer

XXXIV

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The atmosphere in the living room is really gloomy and there's a distressing silence, and the situation is so delicate that if I had a knife, I could easily cut it, from how tense everyone is in this room.
《Sir, can I offer you a cup of coffee or tea? 》
My grandmother asked Alex as she headed towards the kitchen.
《No need to bother to this extent, ma'am. After all, we are just talking and our 'chat' won't last long.》
He says emphasizing the word chat... which causes him to receive a dirty look from Uncle Charles, Grandpa, and Uncle Luigi.
《Al...》
《No miss, now keep silent, you mustn't say a single word! You're in big trouble! 》
I'm blocked by Uncle Carlo, who's literally steaming with rage, I don't think I've ever seen him in this state, not even when his favourite football match lost by disproportionate goals, like 1:6 or something... but lately he's not even listening to the radio anymore, he's reading the newspapers more and more as if out of fear that something's about to happen and that it can happen at any moment... and it's really disturbing.
《Come on, Carlo, be nicer to her, after all it's not her fault in the beginning, but the one who is looking for her.》
《Don't you know?》
《No, and we wanted him to never find out until he is old enough to resolve the situation or understand the reason for our decision. I hope he understands that! 》
《Of course, sir, your speech isn't totally wrong, but I have to contradict you that it's too selfish of you to not want to tell her anything when she's the one who wants to know.》
After Alex said that, I can feel all the eyes of those present on me, either waiting for me to agree to what Uncle said or what Alex said.
As soon as I try to say something, Uncle blocks me... I find it heartbreaking and suffocating.
《I said, you have to be quiet! 》
Uncle replies to me with an unnerved look at a degenerate level.
《Carlo... have a cup of tea, so you calm your nerves a little!》
Grandma Maria pleads with him, which the uncle cannot resist and accepts the cup, from which he sips the hot tea and you can tell by the way he sighs that it is helping him relax.
Which is good, since at any moment he could easily jump on Alex's neck, which is not so good since Alex is allowed to use a gun against anyone who attacks or threatens him.
And a gunshot in grandma's living room isn't a nice thing to see, since grandma was already fainting when I had said yesterday that I wanted to meet my daddy think if her son is shot for assault in her living room right in front of her eyes... he dies in front of us here... and even that isn't one of the best things that can happen today.
《So, you want me to introduce her to her father so that she can choose who she wants to be with? Or am I wrong? 》
《Uncle Luigi who had been silently sitting next to Grandpa who was quietly drinking a hot tea that Grandma had just brought him.
《Don't meet him that's an eventual next step, for now only the name and a photo would be needed, that's all I can say from my part as a public official, but my part as a German officer I'd say take the first train to Berlin and bring her to her father. But I'm here as a policeman so I don't have the authority to take you all to the barracks for breaking numerous state laws.》
After Alex said the last sentence, everyone's eyes catapulted to him and Uncle Carlo, I stood there motionless staring at the oddly lit fireplace in the living room...
《For example Mr. Nazi, what laws have we violated, let's hear it! 》
Uncle Carlo, who was impatient with Alex's presence and his statements, asks him sarcastically.
《Certainly Mr. Gasperoni, now I'll list them, border crossing without authorisation, lack of documentation in common about a family member, assault on a public official and threatening, breach of conduct and inappropriate behaviour regarding the lack of seriousness and willingness to listen to the words of a public official, you want me to continue and these are just yours.》
After he finished the list, the whole family was petrified, by how many crimes they had already committed even without realising it, but they know that most of them are crimes committed to bring me here, now that I think about it I don't remember crossing any barriers or borders, there wasn't even customs, what road my uncle took me through.... I don't even remember our passage to Italy, only that we were approaching the border but I don't remember crossing it, maybe I was asleep or watching something and I didn't notice.
《Did we cross the border between Switzerland and Italy? Because I don't remember》.
I ask him in German, although I only remember later that Alex also speaks German....
《Yes, we passed it if we're here! You were sleeping like a log when we passed him.》
He also answers me in the language, and the thing that doesn't surprise me anymore are the faces full of question marks from the whole family.
《Okay Mr. Gasperoni, I ask you to cooperate and in return I won't make these lawsuits public.》
Alex replied, also in German, he has a different accent from the one I heard from both my grandparents in Switzerland and Uncle Carlo, I don't know how to explain it but it's more Germanic! Yes, more Germanic!

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