The Prague Butcher

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You are strong, you are strong, and you are pleased with yourself. You have killed many people and you will kill many more. Everything works in your favor. Nothing stands in your way. In just ten years, you have become "the most dangerous man in the Third Reich." No one mocks you anymore. No one calls you "the goat" anymore; you are "the blond beast": you have undoubtedly climbed the animal ladder, and everyone fears you now, even your boss, the small hamster with glasses, although he is also very dangerous. You sit in the seat of your convertible Mercedes, the wind whipping your face. On your way to the office, and your office is a fortress. You live in a country where all its inhabitants are your subjects, and you have the right to decide their life or death. And if you wish, you can kill them all... When you think about your past and your future, a profound sense of self-satisfaction washes over you. You clutch the leather briefcase to your knees and think of Halle, of the navy, of the France that awaits you, of the Jews who will die, and of this eternal Reich for which you will have laid the strongest foundations and buried its roots deep. But you forget the present. Have the daydreams that haunt you, as the Mercedes skids, dulled your detective instincts? So that you fail to see in this man, with a raincoat slung over his arm on such a hot spring day, as he crosses before you, the image of your own present that is chasing after you.