Soul to the Rhine

Chapter 80 Auschwitz
After two years of not seeing each other, Eric has successfully been promoted to police chief, the head of the Warsaw Gestapo.

What a great right.

There were really few people in the cafe in Warsaw. There were a few Poles before they came in, but after they sat down, they were the only ones left.The black uniform of the SS has become a high-end uniform in Warsaw that has many functions such as clearing, threatening, intimidating, and warning.

Eric ordered two cups of coffee, took off his black gloves and put them on the table, and asked slowly: "So, you are Werner's sister?"

Rosia didn't know how to answer: "You can put it that way."

"Is it Werner von Philinos?"

"should be."

Eric shrugged and leaned back, his expression casual and reminiscing: "Speaking of which, this guy even beat me up."

Rosia's hair stood on end and she looked at him defensively. What, do you want to take revenge now and fight back?

"Don't be nervous." He smiled without looking at her, as if he was recalling the good things in the past: "We used to fight a lot when we were in school!"

"Speaking of which, he has now gone to the Soviet Union. The front line is tight and the army numbers are in a mess. I don't even know how to send him a letter. Well, the Soviet Union must be very cold."

"What, what?" Rosia was a little overwhelmed: "Sorry, I seem to have misheard, you just said that he went to the Soviet Union?"

Eric frowned slightly, and was a little surprised: "Don't you know he went to the Soviet Union?"

As he said that, he thought carefully about the time: "In July, he was reorganizing in Poland and left with the army. So, he didn't have time to send a letter home?"

Rosia suddenly felt cold all over, and this incident was like a big stone pressing on her already heavy shoulders.She was extremely afraid that Werner would go to the Eastern Front. Although she knew that war was inevitable, she also thought that one day when he came back, she would personally tell him to go to the Western Front battlefield, even to the African battlefield. , Surrender immediately if things go wrong. Never go to the Eastern Front. You must not go to the Eastern Front.

Unexpectedly, before 42, he had already gone to the Soviet Union. Could it be that he was going to participate in the Battle of Moscow in September?
What about Heinrich?Where is Bettina?Did they all go too?

When the coffee came, the temperature was not very high, but Rosia felt very hot because her hands suddenly became too cold.

She lowered her head, with half of her face buried in the scarf. Eric couldn't see her expression. He took a sip of coffee and asked, "Speaking of which, you seem to have lived in France for two years. Why are you coming to Warsaw now?" , do you want to find Werner?"

Rosia was startled. Because of these words, the things she had temporarily suppressed came up again. She raised her head and looked at the shining medal on Eric's shoulder, and suddenly a trace of inexplicable expectation and hope arose in her heart. .

I wonder if he would help if I asked him?If he could help, wouldn't it be much more likely to rescue Pino?

"I...is like this," Rosia pulled down the scarf around his neck, carefully looked at the Iron Cross medal on his collar, and organized his words: "My brother was mistakenly arrested in Paris by, um, your colleagues. , they mistakenly identified him as a Jew. They also injured Werner’s mother, and I chased him all the way here...I don’t know..."

Eric frowned and put the coffee cup on the table.

"You mean, the Gestapo injured Werner's mother?"

"...Uh, yes." Rosia paused and responded.

"The families of German officers have special guards and protection, and imperial law also stipulates that the Gestapo cannot search officers' residences at will. So how did Werner's mother get injured?" Eric immediately caught the key question.

Rosia was a bit incompetent when asked. The focus of her words was obviously on Pino, but as a secret police officer, she always seemed to like to find loopholes in people's words.

"This seems a bit long to talk about. I'm not sure you have the time and patience to listen."

Eric took another sip of coffee: "Don't worry, this is my job."

All right!In order for him to save Pino, Rosia had to start from scratch.

"...On Christmas Day last year, German officers were attacked in their apartment complex in Paris, and several officers failed to save them. Werner was afraid that Aunt Maysha and us would be in such danger again, so he moved, on the eighth district.

We were living in the [-]th arrondissement until the other day, when I was working at the German Army Hospital in Paris, maybe you may have heard of this hospital, and just three days ago I got the call that my brother had been taken away as a Jew. , Aunt Mesa was accidentally injured during the arrest. "

Speaking of this, Rosia thought of the person still lying on the hospital bed, and felt resentment and helplessness in his heart.

"I have been chasing him for three days from Paris to here. I must find him as soon as possible."

Eric thought for a moment and then asked: "So, is your brother's surname Franti or Felinos?"

Once again he missed the point.

Regarding Pino's identity, Rosia has always concealed it. No one in France knows it, and of course she has nothing to do with him.Similarly, when Dick took Pino over in Poland, he did not bring any certificate.

Regarding the question of Pino's last name, she sadly discovered that she didn't even know Henry's last name. She only remembered that Bello's last name seemed to be Valchi.

"...No, he is not my biological brother." Rosia wanted to trick him, but she didn't have the strength.

Eric's expression became subtle, belonging to the Gestapo's unique and unpredictable smile: "If that's the case, can I think that he may be half Jewish, or one quarter?"

"..."

Rosia suddenly found it tiring to talk to him, and he really had to draft a conversation with a shrewd secret policeman in advance, because he could guess the essence of things that seemed impossible.

"No, he's German and Hungarian."

Eric raised his eyebrows and stopped discussing such issues with her.He looked at the watch in his hand and raised his head: "It's getting late. Regarding what you said just now, the police officer who injured the family members of the officer will definitely be punished quite severely, and the same, Philino Mrs. Si will also receive compensation from the empire, and I will investigate this matter. Then, goodbye!"

He put on his gloves and stood up.

Rosia didn't expect that he was leaving right now. Was this a disguised rejection of her request?

"Please wait!" She also stood up in a hurry. The moment she met Eric's eyes, her heart beat uneasily, but she could only risk it: "I'm sorry, can you help me?"

Eric stared at her calmly, and kept watching without saying a word, until Rosia felt chills all over his body, then he stretched out two fingers to support the brim of his hat, and said, "I thought you would know our Provisions."

"what?"

"The Gestapo is not responsible for managing the Jews. You don't seem to have a clear understanding of our division of labor. We are the police, and the person you are looking for is under the jurisdiction of the Skeleton Division. I can't help you much."

Rosia looked at him with dull eyes, and Eric nodded slightly and was about to avoid her and leave.

"No, then, at least, please tell me, what should I do?" Rosia immediately ran over and blocked Eric's way at the door.

In fact, at this point, there was no progress at all in rescuing Pino, and she felt like she had no other way out.The communication system of this era is so backward. She can't contact anyone who can help her, and she doesn't have any friends. She will soon be unable to support herself.

Eric stood at the door for a while, and under Rosia's almost pleading eyes, he said calmly: "With all due respect, I think your brother of mine should have part of Jewish ancestry, otherwise he wouldn't be in such trouble for you. Of course, maybe you don’t know this fact, so if you still insist on seeing him, you have to go to Auschwitz.”

After he finished speaking, he strode around Rosia, walked past, and looked at his watch.

Rosia turned around and watched him leave with mixed feelings in her heart.Although she didn't have much hope for a Gestapo, she still couldn't help but feel disappointed after such a result.

Fortunately, she finally knew where to go next.

When we arrived at the station in Warsaw, the flow of people finally increased. Of course, there were still far fewer Poles than Germans.

After Germany occupied Poland, in addition to setting aside part of the area to build quarantine zones and concentration camps, a large part of the remaining area was also turned into special zones for Germans to live in.Rosia had never heard of the name Auschwitz, and she thought it was only a small city in Poland.

When she went to buy the ticket, the conductor had a strange expression. He not only looked at her a few more times, but also checked her paperwork repeatedly.

Rosia was confused, and when she was about to ask, the conductor had already given her the ticket and paperwork.

There were a lot of people buying tickets, and she couldn't bear to stay here, so she had to turn around and leave.As I walked down the steps, I suddenly heard the Polish people talking quietly behind me.

"That girl just now seemed to have bought a ticket to Auschwitz."

"What, so she's going to be on the death train soon?"

"No, I don't think she is Jewish. Maybe she just wants to stay there for one night and maybe go to other places. But if it were me, I wouldn't go anyway. I really hate the dirty air there. There are also terrifying German soldiers. You can see dead people wherever you go on the road. My distant cousin once told me that she just bought a book by a poor Jewish child on the road and was arrested and worked hard for three days. , it’s really scary there.”

"I know that I am a native of Auschwitz. I was kicked out two years ago. I heard that a concentration camp was going to be built there for the Jews. I was very angry at the time. Thinking about it now, I am still lucky. Thank God. "

"Amen!"

"..."

The voices of several people talking were gradually drowned out by other noises in the station. Rosia felt that they seemed to be talking about herself. She lowered her head and looked at the ticket in her hand, suddenly feeling ridiculous that it was a pass to hell.

After standing there for a while, her worry about Pino could not be overcome, so she hurried to the station again.

There were countless people waiting for the bus on the platform, but Rosia was always the only one here.After some time, several German officers came and stood next to her, and the people around her became farther away from her.

They were a few noncommissioned officers, talking to each other as if no one was around. Rosia, a civilian standing among them, was too conspicuous, and there were constant cryptic looks in her direction, so she didn't dare to eavesdrop. What are the officers saying?

A train came over, the train neighed, and everyone on the platform backed away. Only a few officers got on the train. Rosia looked down at the ticket, and got on the train under the strange eyes of countless people.

And the empty carriage gave her an ominous premonition that the place she was going to now was no less terrifying than hell, perhaps even more terrifying than hell!
　Do you want to meet Heinrich so much? <(￣ˇ￣)/
　　I said I would let them get married. Do you believe me?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)