Chapter Two
I stayed up late last night. First I was frightened. Did the Nazi suspect me? Would Hitler march into my house, demanding to see me?
Then I got angry. How dare Hitler take over my country? Take away my culture, my way of life? Who said he could rule the world? Mutter. And Vater. And almost all of Germany. What could I do to stop him?
Then it hit me.
What if I wrote a letter to the Allies? And then one to the Nazis? To Hitler?
The letter to the Allies could be asking them for help, to plan a secret attack, and the letter to Hitler could be an order, a fake document where the Nazis decided as one that they no longer wanted to serve Hitler. This would hopefully make Hitler get rid of them before the Allies come.
Of course, I couldn’t just say, “we won’t serve you” in the letter, because the Nazis would have no idea this was even planned. They would still serve Hitler, whether they wanted to or not.
I decided to write the letter to the Allies first, so that they understood and could start gathering troops and information. Then I could send it tomorrow, before writing the one to Hitler.
9/1/43
Dear Allies,
My name is Emilia Muller. I am a Jewish German living in Occupied Germany. Germany needs your help. Hitler is taking over, and killing us Jews like dust to flick off their fancy uniforms. I know how we can stop Hitler: I live in Austria, right by Hitler’s house/the Headquarters of the Nazis. If you can meet me there on the 30th of September, we can take care of Hitler. The Nazis can be all taken as prisoners of war, if they are even still around.
Sincerely,
Emilia Muller
I sent my letter the next day, bribing a Nazi to let my letter go without being censored. I also sent my letter to Hitler, pretending I was a huge fan of him and I needed to send him a letter, because he was the hero of Germany:
Dear Herr Hitler,
We -the official German police- are signing off of our duties to the Fuhrer. We will officially dis-continue our assignments on the 12th of September. Please meet with Hermann Göring for further clarification and communication.
Heil Hitler!
Albert Abicht
Hermann Josef Abs
Karl Ferdinand Abt
Ernst Achenbach
Eberhard Achterberg
Josef Ackermann
Christoph Gustav Ernst Ahl
Günther Altenburg
Otto Ambros
Otto Christian Archibald von Bismarck
Carl Friedrich Wilhelm Borgward
All those names were simply made-up names that I had created to sell the lie. I even borrowed the typewriter at the Post Office to perfect everything. “Heinrich Behmann” is Sophie’s father, who is a pure Nazi through and through. I hate him. It would break Sophie’s heart, or I guess it would break a normal girl’s heart, but Sophie will just go around saying, “My father was killed by the Fuhrer himself!”. I couldn’t help but put him on the list.