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All that is written here is true. To keep my story short, of course much is missing. I touched only on the most important occurrences in my life. Political informations that I have included were not known to me when I grew up and I have only found out about these disturbing political facts by studying real historical writings in later years. When it comes to politics things turn out to be totally different then we have been made to believe in the past. Written February 23rd 2017. It took me a long time, 79 years to be exact for writing this, part of my life story. I’m sure I’m only one of millions who could write something similar. It is in no way complete and is meant to give the reader, mainly my family, a little of an idea of the times when I grew up. Much later in life I started to look in to real history books and I was amazed that I actually survived my first 15 years of my life. For those early years things couldn’t get much tougher. My name is Heinz Kurt Werner Nitschke. When I was born on April 6th in 1938, in Berlin - Charlottenburg, in a clinic just outside of the Charlottenburg Castle. I was very young. MY FIRST PICTURE, AT 6 MONTHS OLD When we get older, we sometimes try to go back in time, trying to figure out our first memories of life. My memories take me back to my first birthday. Looking at the picture below, I remember walking through the Charlottenburg Castle Park with my mother, two aunts and one uncle. From l to r: Ruth Keller, my fathers sister, she died 1945 at her daughter, Ruth Kellers, birth. Werner Keller, husband, died about 2010, my mother and I, my aunt Helmes, she was probably a sister of my grandfather and died in the 1960s. Without the picture I doubt that I would be able to remember this occasion. The reason that I remember it is that I was crying because I did not want to walk but rather be looking out from inside the baby carriage. My father must have taken the picture because he always had a camera. The next thing that I remember, even more clearly, is the sirens outside going off and my mother dragging me in to the basement because of another bombing raid by the Allies. There were many others in that basement and we sat in almost total darkness because when the bombing of Berlin, or any other city occurred, all electricity was mostly shut off to make it harder for the bomber pilots to find their targets. I heard the explosions coming closer, but didn’t have a clue what was going on and why we had to sit down here. I also remember dust falling from the ceiling when the bombs exploded around us. i probably fell asleep through all of it. Because of the steady carpet bombing raids on the city by Britain and the Americans, not long after this, I think my mother packed our things and we took the train from Berlin to Faulbrück train station. My grandparents had a little homestead in Leutmannsdorf, Silesia, (Schlesien). It’s Polish now and the name of the town is Lutomia, house number 41 was changed by the Poles to 78. THIS IS LEUTMANNSDORF IN SCHLESIEN, (SELESIA) THE UPPER PART OF TOWN. IT IS 8 KM LONG. MY GRANDPARENT’S FIELDS WERE THE ONES IN THE CENTRE LEFT. MY FATHER, MOTHER AND ME. MY GRANDMOTHER AND ME. SHORT VISIT FROM MY FATHER 1943. I remember one of our neighbours falling from a combine in his barn and he ended up seriously injured. He was laying on the ground, unconscious, and my mother tried to revive him with smelling salts. My favourite pastime was playing in one of the barns, we had two. Making long tunnels in the hay and straw to hide in was so much fun. I never knew shoes in the warmer months, I always walked with bare feet.

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Page 1: All that is written here is true. To keep my story short

All that is written here is true.  To keep my story short, of course much is missing.   I touched only on the most important occurrences in my life.   Political informations that I have included were not known to me when I grew up and I have only found out about these disturbing political facts by studying real historical writings in later years.   When it comes to politics things turn out to be totally different then we have been made to believe in the past.  

Written February 23rd 2017.  

It took me a long time, 79 years to be exact for writing this, part of my life story.   I’m sure I’m only one of millions who could write something similar. It is in no way complete and is meant to give the reader, mainly my family, a little of an idea of the times when I grew up.  Much later in life I started to look in to real history books and I was amazed that I actually survived my first 15 years of my life.   For those early years things couldn’t get much tougher.   

My name is Heinz Kurt Werner Nitschke.  When I was born on April 6th in 1938, in Berlin - Charlottenburg,  in a clinic just outside of the Charlottenburg Castle.I was very young.  

  MY FIRST PICTURE, AT 6 MONTHS OLD

When we get older, we sometimes try to go back in time, trying to figure out our first memories of life.   My memories take me back to my first birthday.   Looking at the picture below,  I remember walking through the Charlottenburg Castle Park with my mother, two aunts and one uncle.   From l to r:  Ruth Keller, my fathers sister, she died 1945 at her daughter, Ruth Kellers, birth.   Werner Keller, husband, died about 2010,  my mother and I,  my aunt Helmes, she was probably a sister of my grandfather and died in the 1960s. Without the picture I doubt that I would be able to remember this occasion.    The reason that I remember it is that I was crying because I did not want to walk but rather be looking out from inside the baby carriage.   My father must have taken the picture because he always had a camera.   

                         

The next thing that I remember, even more clearly, is the sirens outside going off and my mother dragging me in to the basement because of another bombing raid by the Allies.   There were many others in that basement and we sat in almost total darkness because when the bombing of Berlin, or any other city occurred, all electricity was mostly shut off to make it harder for the bomber pilots to find their targets.    I heard the explosions coming closer, but didn’t have a clue what was going on and why we had to sit down here.    I also remember dust falling from the ceiling when the bombs exploded around us.   i probably fell asleep through all of it.Because of the steady carpet bombing raids on the city by Britain and the Americans, not long after this,  I think my mother packed our things and we  took the train from Berlin to Faulbrück train station.   My grandparents had a little homestead in Leutmannsdorf,  Silesia, (Schlesien).   It’s Polish now and the name of the town  is Lutomia, house number 41 was changed by the Poles to 78. 

         

THIS IS LEUTMANNSDORF IN SCHLESIEN, (SELESIA) THE UPPER PART OF TOWN.  IT IS 8 KM LONG.    MY GRANDPARENT’S FIELDS WERE THE ONES IN THE CENTRE LEFT.   MY FATHER, MOTHER AND ME.   MY GRANDMOTHER AND ME.  SHORT VISIT FROM MY FATHER 1943.

I remember one of our neighbours  falling from a combine in his barn and he ended up seriously injured.  He was laying on the ground, unconscious,  and my mother tried to revive him with smelling salts.    My favourite pastime was playing in one of the barns, we had two.   Making long tunnels in the hay and straw to hide in was so much fun. I never knew shoes in the warmer months, I always walked with bare feet.

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I LOVED THE SNOW

Wintertime was also fun time.   One day I was going down the hill, beside our farmhouse on my sleigh and ended up halfway up a big tree.It was a huge pear tree which had grown  out of the ground in an almost level angle.   At my last visit in 2016 I recognized the stump of the old pear tree which is still there.  The tree must have been broken off because of it’s great overhang.   I remember skiing down the hills when I was about 4 and 5 years old and the frustration I had with the simple binding, a pair of leather straps, nailed to the skis, always breaking which landed me face down in the snow.   In the wintertime my mother and grandparents were making syrup out of sugar beats, binding brooms out of weeping willows,  making a barrel full of sauerkraut  and sour pickles.  They also distilled their own brandy.   There was no heat in my bedroom  or anywhere else in the house and at night when all was quiet I could hear the mice roaming around.   The only warm room was one big room which served as kitchen and living room.  We had a couple of cows which my grandfather also used for  pulling  the plow, the wagon and other machinery.   My mother and grandparents were never idle.   My only job was to watch them work.

Even here,  no factories, no military, only farms,  1000 American bombers flew over our small town on a beautiful sunny day one morning and dropped about 60 bombs on us.   The sound of the propeller engines seemed to go on and on.  Luckily only one person was killed.   I remember that my buddy and I hid under a small apple tree while the planes flew over.  The apple tree was still standing at my last visit in 2016.  Americans always bombed at day time.   It took the squadron of planes about one hour before the last one was finally gone.    

                                                       

THE APPLE TREE BLOOMING, AND ME, AT 5 YEARS OLD, LIBO MY COUSIN AND I TOOK COVER AGAINST THE BOMBS UNDER IT.  HERE WITH OUR GOAT.  

The City of Breslau was about 60 km away from our town.   One day we could hear muffled explosions from the direction of the city and the horizon had a very red glow.Most of our family went up to one of our highest points behind our house.   From there we could hear the explosions much clearer and we could also see the Christmas trees, as we called them, falling from the sky, to light up the ground for the pilots, help aiming their bombs.

  BRESLAU AFTER THE BOMBING.

Springtime brought many exciting things into my life. In April the grass and some fields turned to gold.  It was an unbelievable beautiful sight.   Himmelschlüssel, (Heavens keys) a golden coloured flower, grew everywhere.   I picked bundles of them.   I took them to my mother and she fed them to the cows which absolutely loved them. 

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After a few weeks, all the golden flowers would be  replaced by white and pink ones.  This time it was the blooming of the Anemones which also lasted a few weeks.  

                        JUNEBUGS (MAIKÄFER) 

In the month of May I collected boxes full of June bugs (Maikäfer) by simply shaking them off the trees and bushes.   They were everywhere.   It had to be done in the morning before they warmed up and flew away.   When I shook small hazelnut trees, they just rained down on me.   It must have been their favoured food. My mother had only one use for them and that was throwing them to the dozens of chickens that we had.  The chickens couldn’t get enough of them and I went and got more for them.  Then came harvest time, potatoes, grain, sugar beets, poppies, black berries and much more.   We had our own pigs and once in a while one had to be sacrificed for food.   I loved the taste of the small sausages in the  smoke room.  I couldn’t watch the killing of the poor pig.  My mother said that it died instantly, without pain.   

    MY FIRST DAY IN SCHOOL         MY FATHERS BICYCLE

In 1944 I started school.   Small town, small school.  I think we had three or four different grades of kids in one room with one teacher.  I had about 1 km to walk to get to my school.  I dreaded the walk.   On my way to school, every morning, there was a big white goose, waiting for me,  coming at me, hissing, flapping its wings  and chasing me down the street.   One time I had enough and I told my mother about it.  She laughed and said there is only one thing that I could do.   Stand up to the goose, grab it by the neck and swing it around a few times.   When the goose attacks didn’t stop, one day I took all my courage that i could muster and did what my mother had told me.   Well, I’m happy to say, it worked.  When I let go it ran for its life.   I was never attacked by that goose again, matter of fact, I never even saw it again.  One time I came too late to school.  The reason, thousands of crows had descended on our fields just a hundred yards from the house.   I couldn’t resist to  go up and try to get as close as possible.   As I got closer of course they would always fly a few feet further away.  I chased and chased after them, getting further and further away from the house until I couldn’t see it any more.   That was when it occurred to me that I needed to go to school.   

Time went on and all of a sudden I was 7 years old.

Now the year was 1945.   WW II was coming to an end, and  because of that, so did my school.   I still didn’t know what war was all about.   When the fighting and shooting came closer and the Russian front advanced through our town,  we,  all 5 of us,  hid for one week in a dug out ground hole in the forest, covered with leaves and heavy wooden planks.   After about one week we took a chance and returned to the farm house.  The inside of the house was totally ransacked, with glasses of blue- and strawberry jam thrown on all the walls.  The old alarm clock must have gone off because there were many bullet holes in it.   It took a week to get things cleaned up, including the stuff that would normally go in to an outhouse.   The road in front of the house was covered with everything one can think off.   Weapons, ammunition,  money, sewing machines, bicycles, cameras, machine guns, you name it, it was there.    People fleeing from the Russians threw away everything that meant something to them, which they had in mind to find a safe place for.   There was no such place, it now became more important to just save ones life.  I was forbidden to touch any of the items, my mother had told me it could be poisoned.  I still managed to almost blow myself up with an anti tank gun which I held in front of my stomach, and at another time with a machine gun, fully loaded, with a bend barrel.   Neither went off when I pulled the trigger.   Somebody must have been watching over me.     

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MY GRANDPARENT’S HOUSE IN SCHLESIEN, (SILESIA)  GERMANY 1943. TO THE LEFT IS THE BARN.   THAT BARN AND ANOTHER ONE ARE GONE NOW. CENTRE, ATTACHMENT OF THE BARN TO THE HOUSE.  BECAUSE OF IT, THE HOUSE LOOKS QUITE DIFFERENT NOW . ONE WINDOW WAS BRICKED UP.

     ONE OF MY FAVOURITE PLAYGROUNDS, IN FRONT OF THE HOUSE, THE SMALL CREEK THAT RAN BY. 

A few weeks after the war ended, the farmhouse of my grandparents, and everything that was in it,  was taken over by a Polish family with 8 children.   They gave us, 5 persons,  my mother, my cousin, my grandparents and myself, a small little room, in our own house,  to live and sleep in.   They took our home against our will.   Having lost the war, as Germans we did not have any rights to protest.   Because of this, my grandparents  lost everything, their house and everything that was in it was taken over by the Polish family.   Later on I was to find out that it happened to about 16 million Germans in this area.  

My mothers goods didn’t fare any better.  We were not allowed to roam freely,  but had to spend most of the time in that small one window room, no heat.   Food was very scarce and given to us by the new owners.   I was allowed to play with their children and because of it I spoke Polish almost fluently after a few months.  I didn’t know the difference, but in our town there were both national and communist Poles.   Ours were communist my mother told me.   Two farm houses down the road there lived a national Polish family and they secretly gave me some food for our family once in a while.   They were very nice people and they hated communism.   They were here because they had lost their own homeland in eastern part of Poland to the Russians.   

What follows, I had a very hard time writing, but I think it should be told.   I have never forgotten. One of the Polish children apparently had tuberculosis.  Somebody had told them it could be healed by drinking the blood of a dog.  It was a beautiful sunny morning when a Polish policeman on a motorbike arrived at our farmhouse.   I had a small fox terrier, I had named him foxy.    The Polish family told me to call my dog, so I did.   My dog stuck his head out from  behind the barn about 10 metres away, but would not come fully out.   He must have smelled something was not right.  The policeman took down his machine-gun and fired a few shots at my dog.   I ran to my dog and found him alive but half of his face was missing.   Foxy looked at me with the one eye, that was left and then slowly he fell over but was still trying to move away by kicking with his legs.   The Polish mother came with a pot to collect the blood for her son.  For some reason, the blood was kind of foaming and because of that they saw it as unfit to drink.  I buried my little dog under a small tree.  No need to say, but I cried for weeks.   I have never forgotten the sad look in his one eye when he took his last breath.   

A few days after this incident, the Polish police dragged one of our neighbours into our living room.  We never found out why.   All 5 of us were locked in to our small room.    After a while we heard screaming  that went on for a long time.  Apparently they had tied the man up and where beating him with a red hot glowing fire iron  on his feet.   My grandfather could see a little of it through the keyhole.   After the man had passed out, they brought in a goat.  They put salt on the man’s bleeding feet and the goat started to lick the salt which of course created more pain and this went on for a long, long time.    They finally took our neighbour away and made him, basically  crawl, out of the house  and to the police station.  Later on we found out that he was locked up in the police station basement  in about 20 cm of water on the floor.    After one week his mother was allowed to pick him up.  We were told that he died shortly after.   My mother tried to keep me away as much as possible from the horrific  things that were going on all around us, but did not always succeed.   

    

MY SMALL SANDBOX BESIDE THE DOORWAY   GRANDMOTHER, MOTHER & ME 

On another occasion, I was playing in my sandbox when one of our neighbours came running across our small front yard.   Behind him were some men, one was a policemen, shouting for him to stop.   The man ran up the hill beside our house towards the small forest.    He must have run for some time before we heard gunfire.   Soon after, the men that had chased him came back down from the fields close to the forest area and told my grandparents and my mother to go up and bury him, which they did.    They buried him underneath an old cherry tree.   This is were I used to play, picked cherries, hazelnuts and collected June bugs by shaking the small trees around there.   Every time later on I had to think about the poor guy when I went by that old cherry tree.   We found out that all he did was move his window curtain  a little  bit, to see who was outside because he had heard voices.   Apparently that was a no no which cost him his life.   

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One sunny day, it must have been a Sunday, I saw that the new owners were dressed up,  probably coming from church.  They were catholics.     We being Lutheran, were not allowed to go to our church anymore.  Now, in 2016,  only the Lutheran Church tower remains, the church building and the bells are gone.   

I was playing in my sandbox as there was little else to do here for me.   I suddenly heard a big noise, coming from the street that went by in front of our house.  One of the policeman, he must have been drunk, on his motorcycle, going very fast, couldn’t make the slight curve on the gravel road and hit the kilometre stone full blast.   Every one km, on most roads in Europe, there was, and still is, a granite stone, or some other marker, with a km number on it.   Our occupiers brought the man, he was dead, and covered in blood, over to beside our house and laid him in the grass.  There he lay, not covered up for quite some hours before he was finally picked up by his police buddies.   I was not allowed by my mother to get close to him. It was the one who had shot our neighbour and my dog.  I had no idea why my family, or I did not feel sorry for him.   

I still have my mothers old bible. In it she wrote all the dates when the Poles, that  occupied  our home, ransacked and stole whatever they wanted and the dates when they beat my mother.  A couple of times it happened in front of me. It was done by the Polish wife and her husband, they beat my mother with a stick over her arms, hands and her back.   This happened  because she had the nerve to ask for a little more food for us from what we had grown on our own fields before.    All this transpired from the beginning of April 1945 until we had to leave with 16 million  others in April of 1946.    In the meantime there was no more school for German children.  

   MY MOTHERS OLD BIBLE WITH THE DATE ENTRIES OF BEATINGS AND THE STEALING OF OUR PROPERTIES.

It took me a long time, many years, to understand what war was.  It also took me decades to find out why.  Many years after I came to Canada I started to get interested in finding out the truth about the war, why it started, who was responsible, etc. etc. because so many stories in the media didn’t make any sense at all.  It was now the beginning of May of 1946 when the word came, out of the blue,  that we had to leave our little farmhouse.   The Polish family gave us 20 minutes to pack and everyone was allowed to take 60 pounds  of the things that we still owned which wasn’t very much anymore.   My rucksack was filled with all the family photos, small Bibles and three toys that my father had given me in the past for Christmas or my Birthday.   All three toys have survived over 70 years and are still with me to this day, now here in Canada.   

   MY THREE TOYS, SURVIVED OVER 70 YEARS AND ARE HERE IN CANADA NOW.

All Germans in that eastern part of Germany, which was now totally occupied by Polish people, where forced to leave their homeland which had been part of Germany for hundreds of years.   Many years later, in my research of the history of that time, it is now a proven fact that  Churchill, Stalin  and Roosevelt were solely  responsible for all the misery of millions of people after the war ended, and all this, including the war, had been worked out for many years before, led by the Wall Street banking industry.  Of course, none of us knew that at the time. The Daily Express on March 24 1933 on the front page read “JUDEA DECLARES WAR ON GERMANY,  Jews of all the World Unite!  Boycott of German Goods!  Mass demonstrations! “ Jewish Daily Bulletin, July 27 1935 read “There is only one power which really counts, the power of political pressure.  We jews are the most powerful people on Earth, because  we have the power, and we know how to apply it”  We now also know that it was the Jewish Wall Street banker Joseph Schiff who invested 20 million dollars of his own money to finance Marx, Engels, Trotsky and Lenin to start the 1917 Russian Revolution and have the Tzar and his family killed.   Communism was formed by these Jewish people below.  It caused the death of about 70 to 90 million, mostly Christians in the Russian Gulags.   

  ALEXANDR SOLZHENITSYN WARNS US.  PLEASE READ HIS BOOKS.  

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The question is how to respond to those who re-write or censor history.Firstly, it must be recognized that the public mind-set is manipulated by media. Newspaper columnist, Joseph Alsop, was primarily responsible for getting the US into the Vietnam War. Rival columnist Walter Lippmann, a confidant of Soviet Premier Nikita Khrushchev, brought the conflict to an end. This is the power of the Press at work. Mainstream media that starts and stops wars can make or break presidents and premiers.Media is the swamp that decides what pond-life thrives and what dies in their cesspool. 

According to independent research the US has been directly or indirectly responsible for the deaths of an estimated 30 million people since WWII. Yet, the only mantra in the public mind is the centuries old recycled six million cliché that is as fanciful as is the concept of Santa Claus.

R. J. Rummel is a respected independent analyst based at the Journal of Peace Research in Hawaii. According to his Power Kills: Genocide and Mass Murder, 170,000,000 people have been ‘murdered by government’ during the last 100 years. Yet, thanks to the manipulative mainstream media the public are wholly unaware of this ‘Magnitude of the Martyrs’.  The six million supposedly gassed Jews pales into insignificance when set against the 170 million butchered by the Communist and Capitalists. The fabled six million would be of no more interest than the verifiable genocide of the Armenians, the Tatars or the Cossacks. It would become a ‘mere detail of history’.

The power of media can never be underestimated. There is still universal belief that the 1917 American-backed coup that delivered Imperial Russia to US corporate and banking interests was a Russian revolution. Because media has censored, collaborated in or laundered Bolshevism the public are unaware that 70 to 100 million Christian martyrs were slaughtered during Josef Stalin’s tenure of terror.   This is true and proven history.

The media has convinced a gullible public that Hitler’s Germany was a despotic regime whilst Joseph Stalin’s Bolshevik Occupied Russia was benign, a great ally and even a workers paradise. Because of media’s lying and censorship, most people hold Hitler responsible for World War II. They remain blissfully ignorant of International Jewry’s responsibility for a brother’s war that led to the deaths of 55 million martyrs and the enslavement of 23 great European nations.   

Without a shred of evidence acceptable to a magistrate’s court, media has convinced the incredulous public that half the world’s verifiable Jews population were killed in just three years in a country smaller than the state of Texas. Yes, sadly, the people are that simple-minded.

Revisionist historians ~ I include myself ~ sing to the media’s hymn sheet by keeping their focus on the huckster’s holocaust hoax. This distraction plays the media’s game of convincing the public that the only holocaust worthy of debate and criticism was the Nazi one.For my part I intend to turn the spotlight on the multiple proven holocausts committed by what Hitler described as Capitalism and Communism being two sides of the same coin.

Here is a link to a Russian movie, made after communism came down, about the Russian revolution which may be to much to stomach for some people.   The reality was much worth.  

https://youtu.be/wrB9y2LsnGw    

          LEON TROTSKY     VLADIMIR LENIN       KARL MARX        FRIEDRICH ENGELS

This all is true history.  Sadly no media is talking about it and the true information can only be found in real history books, of which are many out there.   In 1941 a Jewish writer published a book called, “Germany Must Perish”.   It is said now that Hitler read this book and was so upset about it’s contents and the hatred displayed by the Jewish writer that he started to have camps build because he was afraid that the Jews would do the same to Germany as they had done to Russia.  Germany came very close to being taking over by Communism in 1918/19 by Karl Liebknecht and Rosa Luxemburg.   They formed the German communist party and organized worker strikes in the ammunition factories.  Because of that the German soldiers of WW I did not get any ammunition to fight.   For that Liebknecht was jailed for 4 years.  Liebknecht was released again in October 1918, when Prince Maximilian of Baden granted an amnesty to all political prisoners, on his return to Berlin on 23 October he was escorted to the Soviet embassy by a crowd of workers.   Following the outbreak of the German Revolution, Liebknecht carried on his activities in the Spartacist League; he resumed leadership of the group together with Luxemburg and published its party organ, Die Rote Fahne (The Red Flag).   On 9 November, Liebknecht declared the formation of a Freie Sozialistische Republik (Free Socialist Republic) from a balcony of the Berliner Stadtschloss, two hours after Philipp Scheidemann's declaration of a German Republic from a balcony of the Reichstag.  January 1919, Liebknecht was involved in the founding of the Communist Party of Germany (KPD). Together with Luxemburg, Jogiches and Zetkin, Liebknecht was also instrumental in the January 1919 Spartacist uprising in Berlin.   Many people died in the uprising and the killing went on until Hitler was voted in to office in 1933.   He instantly outlawed the communist party.  But he never forgot the problems that the communists, led by Jews, had done to Germany. Talking about the Holocaust, it is now a proven fact that gas chambers for the termination of people never existed.  Even though the number of people that died in Auschwitz was brought down by three million, the six million number hasn’t changed.    The official number, according to the Auschwitz Files in Russia, 340,000 people died out of millions that lived there.   It is one of the greatest hoaxes in human history.   If I say this in Germany I will go to prison.  So much for free speech.  Germany now wants all YOUTUBE information and videos that may be important to the public taken out of the internet.  Nobody denies that people died in the camps as happens everywhere where people live.  Especially when there is a typhus outbreak or shortages of food items because no food transport could get through to the camps because of the steady aircraft strafing of trains and trucks by the Allies for many month before the war ended.  

                   

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Communist Party poster in Berlin,  Karl Liebknecht and Rosa Luxemburg.   This was what Hitler tried to prevent from happening again  by locking all Jews in to camps and have them shipped to Madagascar.  Sadly that did not work.  Many Jews immigrated to Israel and to the US.   They all were allowed to leave Germany until about 1942.  Many Jews left Germany by ship.  After 1942, no country would except them and all ships had to return to Germany.  

  This book is still freely available and I just found out about it recently. 

In school we were always taught that Hitler started WW II.  We had no reason not to believe it since it is repeated in all the media.  Now the truth looks a little different.  The first acts of aggression of the Second World War were carried out by the Polish armed forces in a series of serious German border attacks.   These are chronicled and took place over a considerable time period.  Repeated complaints by Germany were answered by further Polish military border violations.  As early as October 3  1930, three years before Hitler was elected, the influential Polish newspaper, Die Liga der Grossmacht, carried the following story.

A struggle between Poland and Germany is inevitable.  Our western border has to be Berlin.  In a war with Germany, there will be no prisoners and there will be no room neither for human feelings nor for cultural sentiments.  The world will tremble before the German-Polish War.  Furthermore the published Polish maps before the war indicated that Poland planned to occupy Czechoslovakia and Germany all the way to Berlin.  The book, “Documents on the Events Preceding the Outbreak of the War” was published in English and distributed in the United States in 1940, prior to the US entry into the war.  The border skirmishes by the Polish military, 1938 to 1939, resulted in about 30,000 Germans killed before the beginning of WW II.  Over a period of twenty years the Poles had created a one million man army.  Polish armed forces were bigger than the armed forces of the British Empire.  They were all lined up close to the German border, ready to attack Germany.   According to the Versailles  treaty of 1918, Germany was not allowed to have more than 100,000 soldiers.  The Poles knew of the German military weakness and because of that it was decided to attack Germany.   Hitler apparently knew of their war plan and did not wait to be attacked. The Poles had an air fleet of over 1000 aircraft and over 300 battle tanks.  The rest is history.  Look it up.  

Even though, normally when a war is over, a Peace Treaty will be signed within a year or two with the waring parties.   WW II is over for over 70 years now and Germany still does not have a Peace Treaty with the Allies, only with Russia.   Against international law, the US has nuclear warheads stationed in Germany and Germany does not have their own Constitution.   Only one that was dictated by the Allies after the war.  What it means is that the Allies are still at war with Germany, this in 2017.   

My grandparents, my mother, my cousin and I became part of the biggest refugee trek in human history.   16 million people had to leave this part of Germany, their homes  and everything in them and start the long walk westward.   We walked for many months, minimal food or water, only what we found somewhere.  We slept wherever there was a good tree or when we couldn’t go on any longer.   Open water wells were mostly polluted with dead bodies or dead animals.   Farmhouses were mostly ransacked or destroyed and the people that had lived there had left or were dead.   This was in July, three month after the war had ended. I saw many dead people beside the road as we walked on, mostly woman.   Decades later I found out why.   I also found out that out of the about 16 million Germans walking, over one million had been  killed by the Poles and Russians on their treck westward.   We now know that rape and murder were rampant everywhere and German woman were the victims, no matter 8 or 85 years of age.   Again, this  was one year after the war had ended.   Some woman had their eyes and tongues cut out and their facial cavities were plugged with newspaper or other material.  I am a witness and these pictures are printed into my mind and will stay with me forever.  

Again, many, many years later, now in Canada, I found out what we had been up against.   The Russian propaganda leaflets of one man, Ilya Grigoryevich Ehrenburg, a Russian Jew, instigated the mass raping of German women.   Because of it, millions died.   Now we know all this.  It’s part of the true history.  In 1945/46 none of this was known, especially not to people that worked on a farm all of their lives.   

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He was the top Soviet propagandist during the Second World war. He was a notorious liar and a pathological monster. We won’t hold it against him that he was Jewish.  Ehrenburg was perhaps most notorious for his viciously anti-German hate propaganda in World War II. In it, he exhorted Soviet troops to kill  all Germans they encountered without pity.        

Ilya Grigoryevich EhrenburgJanuary 27, 1891 - August 31, 1967   

In one leaflet entitled "Kill," Ehrenburg wrote:"The Germans are not human beings. From now on, the word 'German' is the most horrible curse.  We will kill. If you have not killed at least one German a day, you have wasted that day ... If you cannot kill a German with a bullet, then kill him with your bayonet.  If you have already killed a German, then kill another one - there is nothing more amusing to us than a heap of German corpses. Count only one thing: the number of Germans you have killed. Kill the Germans! ...  - Kill the Germans! Kill!” But it wasn't only the ordinary German soldier Ehrenburg was talking about.  Ehrenburg's incendiary writings were, in fact,  a prime motivating factor in the orgy of murder and rape against the  civilian population that took place as Soviet troops rampaged into the heart of Europe. Appealing to the lowest, most subhuman instincts of this  Bolshevik horde, he reiterated his genocidal message:  "Kill! Kill! Use force and break the racial pride of these German women. Take them as your lawful booty. Kill! As you storm onward, kill, you gallant soldiers of the Red Army."  After the war he joined with co-racial and fellow propagandist Vasily (Iosif Solomonovich) Grossman, another jew,  to produce a fictitious "Black Book" and  lay the foundation for what has come to be known as "The Holocaust."**  The rest is history.

  * For a graphic description of some of the more grisly and ghastly atrocities inspired by this Jewish psychopath, see Stalin's War of Extermination by Joachim Hoffmann, the 415-page  documented volume showing what America's Soviet ally was actually like in  the "Good War." Available for $40 from NS Publications.  There are many true historical books available on this now.   One of the best by Mike Walsh,  "Witness to History"

This is what was dictated to the German population:

1. On July 14, 1945 from 6 to 9 o’clock resettlement of the German population (16 millions) will take place. 2.3. The German population will be resettled to an area west of the river Neisse. 4.5. Each German is allowed to take 20kg of luggage with him at the most. 6.7. No means of transportation (wagons, oxen, horses, cows etc) is permitted. 8.9. The total of the living and dead inventory in an undamaged state remains the property of Poland. 10.11. The last resettlement deadline will terminate on the 14th of July at 10 o’clock. 12.13. Noncompliance with this order will be punished severely, including the use of weapons. 14.15. Sabotage and looting will also be prevented by the use of weapons. 16.17. Those Germans who have a certified non-evacuation order, are not permitted to leave their dwelling with their family members from 5 o’clock to 14:00. 18.19. All dwellings in the city must remain open; all apartment and house keys must be left outside.20.

We shared the road with millions  of others, walking in a daze,  because they, just like us, had also lost everything, including their homeland.   Nobody had the strength to bury any of the dead people that we passed.  There were no animals to be seen anywhere.    They wouldn’t have lasted very long anyway since everyone on the trek was

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starving.     Nobody gave us any  hint where we had to walk too.   For months we were passing ruins and dead people.   The decision to give this part of Germany to Poland and to evacuate all German people from their German homeland was made by Churchill, Stalin, and Roosevelt.   We now also know that Hitler never wanted a war, especially not with Great Britain.  For the British people Hitler had the highest respect.   Now we know that Churchill had other ideas.   Here are some of Churchill’s official, historical proven  quotes, repeated from history books:   

"We will force this war upon Hitler, if he wants it or not." - Winston Churchill (1936 broadcast)

"Germany becomes too powerful. We have to crush it." - Winston Churchill (November 1936 speaking to US - General Robert E. Wood)

"This war is an English war and its goal is the destruction of Germany." - Winston Churchill (- Autumn 1939 broadcast)

"The war wasn’t only about abolishing fascism, but to conquer sales markets. We could have, if we had intended so, prevented this war from breaking out without doing one shot, but we didn’t want to - Winston Churchill to Truman (Fultun, USA March 1946)

"The enemy is the German Reich, its hard working people, and not Nazism, and those who still haven’t understood this, haven’t understood anything." – Churchill’s chief counselor Robert Lord Vansittart (September 1940 to foreign minister Lord Halifax)

Today there are only 22 countries in the world that Great Britain has not invaded or occupied.

For that millions of sons, daughters, mothers and fathers in many countries had to die, totally needlessly.   Simply to enrich some very few people  who produce the war material and still do the same thing to this very day.    In 1937 Churchill received 22,000 English pounds from the Jewish Banking Cartel to bail him out because he was bankrupt.  This is true and proven history.

               

ENDLESS TREKS OF HUNGRY GERMAN PEOPLE WALKING WESTWARD.  I WAS ONE OF THEM.  

After walking for months, now I know, it was way over 400 km,  we finally arrived in a town called Annaberg.   Annaberg is part of the Ore Mountains, in Sachsen, Germany.    We ended up in a former school building and here we, with  hundreds of others,  received our first warm meal by the Red Cross, after months on the roads.    To this day I still have the taste of it in my mouth. It was a spoonful of mashed potatoes and a watery brown sauce.  For me it was heaven.   Sadly there were no seconds  and the portions were very small.   Nobody had much to eat and all food was scarce.   In that school we shared a room with about 20 other people sleeping on the floor.   Food, I found out later would have been readily available but was held back purposely by the Allies.   (America, Great Britain, French)

After a few months in Annaberg, it was winter by now.   One day we were told to go to the railroad station where they put us on a small track train.   Nobody knew where we were going.   I remember the steam engine  spewing sparks in the dark of the night, with all trees covered in deep snow.   It was an unforgettable beautiful sight, even though there were many broken windows and no heat in that train at about - 20 C outside.     By midnight the train stopped in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by forest.   We where told to get out and walk down a small road where we would find a  village.   The snow was almost knee deep, and because of the minus 20 C temperatures, it made a lot of noise walking through it.   We were not dressed for this kind of weather with only summer shoes and no warm clothing.  After a few hours walk, it slowly got lighter out, we finally reached a small town which was called Tannenberg.   

We were five persons, hungry, thirsty and cold. Very early in the morning, We went from house to house, knocking on every door, hoping someone would give us a bite to eat or even a warm room to stay.   Most people didn’t open their doors, and the ones that did couldn’t help us because food and accommodations were basically not available to anyone because of the many people from the bombed out cities that flooded to the countryside  in search for something to eat.  

It took a few hours of trying until one old lady finally let us come in and offered us a small single room to stay.  Looking back, I assume that her husband never made it back from the war and we probably helped her to get over her pain.   Nobody could tell us how long we would have to stay in this town.   For the second time I started school in the first grade, by now I was 8 years old.   The weeks went by and turned into months.   The local kids in my class didn’t like refugees too much and I had to defend myself many times in small fistfights.   In Germany the dialect changes almost every 50 km, and therefore mine was totally different from theirs.    I was an outsider to them.   Today I can laugh about it, at the time  it was very hurtful not to have a good friend.  

After a few months in Tannenberg we were told that permission was granted to my mother and me to travel back to our hometown Berlin.   No train had a regular schedule  because all the second train tracks had been taken out by the Allies and the Russians  and shipped to their own countries.   Despite all of that, my mother and I made it back to Berlin.  Sadly, the Berlin that we once knew did not exist anymore.  It was very rare to see a house that was still standing with people living in it.   Our little apartment, one small kitchen  and one bedroom was occupied by strangers and now the search for a roof over our heads had to begin again.   This time there were no doors to knock on.    

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All I can say is that we somehow survived, how,  I don’t know how, but we did.   I remember one time,  not having a meal for weeks, I had received a little  potato salad and a tiny sausage.  It came back out as fast as I had eaten it.   My stomach could not hold food any more.    We lived in the British Sector of Berlin.  The city was divided in 4 sectors,  Russian, British, American and French.   The Russian sector was the biggest.   We only had one problem, the lack of food and a roof over our head.   Of course there was no electricity for years, and if there was, it lasted an hour or two.   I always had to do my schoolwork by candle light.   Once the sun had gone down we didn’t stay up for very long.

Somehow, my mother had found out that there was a dump nearby, below the Charlottenburg Radio Tower,  (Funkturm)  where the English army would  dump  their military kitchen garbage twice a week.   We walked the 8 KM many times.  Sometimes we found some  vegetables, a butter wrapping with a tiny bit of butter still on it, some potatoes, a few discarded sandwiches or a small piece of bread.   Amazing what gets thrown out from a kitchen that has to create meals for hundreds.   Sadly we were not the only ones that knew about this dump.    The truck always came twice a week,  but never at the same time.    So, many times we had to wait for many hours.  When the garbage truck left, dozens of people would storm up and dig through all the kitchen waste, looking for some food scraps  that may still be edible.   Nothing was being wasted here. I have not forgotten what it means to be hungry day after day for months, then years.   Even now, I will simply not waste any food.  

   PARKING LOT, LOCATION OF THE ENGLISH KITCHEN GARBAGE DUMP,  JUST BELOW THE RADIO TOWER.

Looking back, it puts tears in my eyes of what my poor mother had to go through and so many other innocent people.  Still, she never gave up and the tougher things became, the more she fought back.  Her way of fighting back was to sing.   She always had a song on her lips, no matter what.  The tougher things became, the more she would sing. If I only had one wish, it would be that people read the real history books and not believe the bull and the propaganda that is spread by the criminals who own the media and are responsible for all the misery in the world in the first place and all that for more money and power.   Hopefully the world will smarten up in the future and prevent these things from ever happening again.   Putting our minds together, it could be done.  Sadly the killing still goes on and now we write 2017.   

My grandparents, Robert and Emma Scholz (Emma, my mothers mother had married again)  and their son Libo,  ended up in some other town in Germany, which one, I do not know. I never saw them again and to this day I do not know where they found their last rest.  Years later, after my mother died and I had to clear the one room apartment, I found my mothers Bible and in it were many remarks.   One was that her mother had died in 1957 and was buried in a strange land.   Of course the war had been  over for more then 12 years by then.   All I know is that they were never allowed to go back home and never saw their farmhouse or their old homeland again.   After a few months in Berlin,  my mother was able to  finally get our former living space back which consisted of a tiny kitchen with a small window in the roof and a small bedroom.  I started school again for the third time,  grade one, still being eight years old.  

    THE OLD SCHOOL HOUSE IN BERLIN 2016.   IN 1947 MOST WINDOWS WERE GONE AND PART OF THE ROOF WAS MISSING.   WHEN IT RAINED WE HAD TO GO HOME. 

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      3rd GRADE, I’M IN THE FRONT ROW LEFT,  

In Berlin all food items were only available on food stamps and the rations were very, very small.   We had to line up for hours to receive our food stamps and then we lined up again for hours to trade them in for some small food items, and small it was.   Shoes and clothing could not be found anywhere and prices at the black market were too high for my mother who made ends meet by delivering newspapers to the tenants of the still standing apartment houses.  I helped her, getting up at 2:30 in the morning, mostly running up the stairways to the third and fourth floor.   There were of course no elevators in these old houses.   I could not remember much about my father.  He had visited us a couple of times during the war while we were still at the old homestead in Silesia.   Much later I found out that he was a dispatcher on his own motorcycle which was basically confiscated by the German war machine.   I have quite a few pictures of that time.   

                    MY FATHER, MOST MEN NEVER MADE IT BACK HOME AGAIN.   

The war ended in April 1945, and for almost two years now and my mother and I still had no idea if my father  was  alive or suffering in some Russian Gulag.   Without him we had a very tough time to survive in a big bombed out city.  I risked my life many times by climbing up in some bombed out 5 story  house to find copper wiring or lead water pipes which we as kids sold to scrap dealers that had opened up shops everywhere.  We could buy a little extra bread without needing food stamps.  I also brought home some much needed wood for cooking and for a little warmth in the kitchen once in a while.   Many times my mother and I took a train a hundred or more kilometres to the country side to search for some food.   On fields we would dig in the ground to find a few potatoes, or sometimes a fruit tree. In Magdeburg, roughly hundred km away from Berlin, my mother had heard of a sugar factory.  We took the train, walked for miles, but never got any sugar. There were police controls on many roads stopping people that did the same as us. Sometimes we had to steal some small food items from a fields.    I always carried my school pack on my back, of course empty but with a sponge hanging out of it.   My mother always got stopped. I always walked through the controls without problems because I made it look like I was going or coming from school and didn’t know the lady (my Mother).  Everything we found edible was in my bag by now.  In situations like this, one learns fast.  One time we had discovered a cherry tree full of cherries.   After we finished eating, my pack was filled and the cherries  made it all the way back to Berlin in to a delicious cake. Sometimes there were also police controls at the arrival train stations in Berlin.  Luck was with us most of the time. Many people carried heavy sacks of potatoes.   All trains were totally overfilled and some people were simply standing on the outside steps and between wagons, hanging on for dear life when the train was moving.   Many times my mother and I also had to travel this way.    We never thought of the danger, not even when the sparks from the steam engine hit us once in a while and the smoke became unbearable.    

     

OUR KITCHEN WITH THE SMALL ROOF WINDOW

A few  times I woke up in the morning on my cot in the kitchen, which was my bed, and the water in a bowl on the table from the night before was frozen solid. It was a normal occurrence in the winter.  There was no heat, except from cooking, no warm water, and the toilet, which was shared with 4 other families was in the other building, across the court yard, which was in front of our little flat.  Thinking back it was a hellhole, because it never saw sunshine, but for me, growing up, it was home.

Christmas was a very solemn occasion in the 1940s for my mother and me. I had given my mother a very short wish list and had hoped to get something from Santa Claus.On  Christmas Eve she gave the wish list back to me and had written on it,  sorry, no money, mother.  I still have this wish list.  I do not know how it survived the many years.  All I  wanted was a ruler, and a few crayons. I even had included the store address  where to buy the items.    Most stores, were still empty.  

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      MY CHRISTMAS WISH LIST, (WUNSCHZETTEL) 1947.  

          MY MOTHER AND ME, (1947)

It was 1949 when I started my first little business.   Because of the many people using the trains to get food items in the countryside, they sometimes came back with heavy loads.  As soon as school was out, I would take my little wagon and wait at the train station to drag their heavy loads home for them.  I normally charged 2 marks. After a few weeks I had my steady customers and sometimes they even would give me the time of their return.  I made about 70 marks this way in a few weeks. 

 We don’t have too much snow in Berlin.  When the snow finally came, I went and spent my hard earned money on a nice pair of skis.   It was my biggest dream to ski again.  I did quite a bit of skiing that year.   One time I was skiing down the devils hill, Teufelsberg) the highest hill in Berlin, not to far away from the Olympic Stadium.  The hill was created by trucking all the rubble from the  bombed out houses there.   On a beautiful day I went down that hill and hit a big rock which was covered by snow, impossible to see.  I didn’t only go flat on my face, but also broke one of my skis.   So ended my skiing career.  By then the snow slowly melted away anyway.  My mother never really knew where I was in those times.  

Our playgrounds where the bombed out apartment houses, their dark basements, some old bunker.   Nobody knows the number of people who died in them , caused by the bombs raining from the sky on the civil population.  

  BERLIN, THE  BOMBED OUT CITY.  OUR PLAYGROUNDS.   WHAT COULD BE MORE EXCITING FOR YOUNG CHILDREN?   

     PILES AND PILES OF RUBBLE 

Since we had to climb higher and higher in the bombed out apartment houses, (the houses did not have any ceilings or floors left), to find any kind of metal to sell, it became a very dangerous job for us kids.  One of my good friends lost his footing on the small steel beams that we had to manoeuvre on.   He fell down 4 floors to the street.   His father came with a small hand wagon and collected the body of his son or what was left of him since he also hit one of the gaslights below.  Such was life in our bombed out city.   For us kids, the basements of the tall apartment houses were the most interesting things to investigate.  In the basements, if it wasn’t totally covered by rubble,   one could go from one building to another through an opening in the walls.  This was done purposely in case one house was bombed and on fire, people could escape to the next house.  This way one could go from basement to basement , down the whole street without coming up above.  Sadly, many times not a single house in a street survived and people died by the thousands.  As kids, we did all kinds of mischievious things. Once in a while we would start a fire in a chimney in an old bombed out 5 story building. People who saw it were wondering where the smoke was coming from. 

 One time in the summer we thought it would be great to climb over the wall of the public swimming pool at night and go for a swim, skinny dipping.  Well, somehow the police must have heard about it and quietly blocked all exits.  Here we stood in front of them, neatly lined up, stark naked and received our lecture. And yes there were girls with us also. The cops must have laughed their heads off after all was over and we had to promise to never do it again.   So we did many other crazy things.  We kids forever rode the trains.   We would wait before the ticket collector booth with the fellow sitting in it to punch a hole in to the ticket.  When the train, S-bahn or U-bahn was just about ready to leave the station, we all ran through the barrier and got on the train.  At times we went so far, we didn’t have a clue where we were.  It took hours for us to get back home again. We never paid one fare though, that I know.  And we never got caught either.  

Once in a while a train loaded with coals would come through, not far from us. Because of the bad train tracks, the trains moved very slowly.  We kids would jump on the

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open coal railway cars and throw down as much of the coals as possible and we would collect them very fast and disappear  in the bushes beside the tracks to be shared by all.  The coals were sprayed with a white paint on top to see if some had been stolen.  Again, we never got caught.  There was  no TV, no radio, no toys, but we were never  bored.  We always had something going on in our lives.   Yes, we also played cowboys and indians with wooden hand carved pistols and home made bow and arrows.   Western movies took us out of our realities and we loved them.   I never imagined in my wildest dreams that some day in the future, I would see those movie sets and the many places where the movies had been made.  Monument Valley, Tombstone Arizona, Old Tucson, Texas, where the Alamo was filmed and produced, New Orleans, Gone With The Wind, and many, many other places.  For quite a few years, in Canada now,  I even owned some colt revolvers that had been used in western movies.   

   MY FIRST BIKE

After my father found and bought an old bicycle for me, my job now was to teach all of my buddies, all the girls in our street how to ride one.  I was the only one for many years who owned a bike.   Of course I first had to learn how to drive one myself.  That was done with my father holding on to the bike from behind while i was peddling.  I turned my head a little to say something, but my father was not there anymore.  Well, that was when I drove in to the fence.  Still, I became good at it and all my friends learned to drive my bike, one way or another.  The bike had seen better days and must have had parts from many others.  Still, I loved it and I rode all over Berlin on it.  In later years I used it to go to and from work.  It was also a time when I started playing the harmonica.  My mother had given it to me for Christmas and on Christmas Eve I learned to play my first song, Oh Tannenbaum, (Oh Christmas Tree).  After that, my harmonica more or less slept for about 40 years.  I took up playing it again when I was about 60 and I still enjoy it to this day.   

  MY FRIEND MARTIN AND I PLAYING THE HARMONICA FOR A LITTLE WHILE.   HE TAUGHT ME HOW.  

The Olympic Stadium and it’s Olympic pool was about 8 km from where I lived.   All the kids knew where the hole in the fence was, covered by bushes.  It was one of our favourite playgrounds during the summer school holidays.  There was never any money for entrance fees.   

  THE 1936 BERLIN OLYMPIC SWIM STADIUM.  ONE OF OUR PLAYGROUNDS IN THE SUMMER SCHOOL HOLIDAYS.  

One day one of the neighbours came all excited to our door to let us know that they had heard my fathers name on their radio by the Red Cross.  He was supposed to be  coming back from Russia after being a prisoner of war.  We did not have a radio, very few people did.  We still did not know if he was still alive.  In any case, my mother and I went to the railway station, just in case and waited for a few hours, along with many others that also had someone missing.  Finally, the train arrived and my father was on it.  I did not recognize him any more. He had lost a lot of weight and I had not seen him since I was four.  For the next little while he was a total stranger to me.   

                        

MY MOTHER AND I, WAITING FOR THE TRAIN.    MY FATHER HAS FINALLY ARRIVED.   PICTURES WERE TAKEN BY A BERLIN NEWSPAPER (BERLINER ZEITUNG) AND THEY SEND US THE COPIES.  

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In Russia, my father had worked for Russian peasants, building ovens which they would  sleep on.   Since he was a bricklayer, he never ran out of work, not in Russia and neither later in Berlin.   There wasn’t a single house that didn’t need any work done, and I had to help him when my school was finished for the day or on weekends.  Time went on, I grew up in the poorest of poor conditions, but we survived.  I still remember the day when the first candies appeared in the store across our school.  Kids lined up by the hundreds.   One day I walked in to a pub to pick up a bottle of beer for my father.  In the corner I saw some people sitting, laughing and peeling an orange.  I had never seen one before and the beautiful smell of that orange was with me for weeks.  I remember my first peanuts, bananas and my first pair of shoes.   Normal things for us now.  Then, it was always a special occasion.  My father checked my shoes almost daily for scratches and mostly they were only worn on weekends.   During the week and to school it was simple wooden sandals.   Sometimes even in the winter with newspapers wrapped around the feet.  Many times our school was cancelled because they did not have enough coal to heat the classrooms.    Life in Berlin was tough and it would even get tougher.  West - Berlin was an island in the red sea.  West -  Berlin was totally surrounded by East Germany, Communist Germany, the Russian Zone.   There were 3 highways leading in to West - Berlin.  One road came from Bavaria, from the south, one from the west, from Hannover, one from the north, Hamburg.   All goods in West - Berlin mostly came over these three highways.  Some goods came by ship on the rivers.   On June 1948, the Russians closed all borders and roads leading in to West -Berlin, on land and on the water.  Over 2 million West Berliners, us included, were totally cut off from the rest of the world.   Nobody could come in or go out of the city.   West Germany was roughly 200 km away, but we could not get there any more.   Neither could people from there come to Berlin.   It was called the Berlin Blockade.   

  WATCHING THE "RAISIN BOMBERS” AS WE CALLED THEM,  LANDING AT TEMPELHOF AIRFIELD.  I’M SECOND FROM LEFT WITH JACKET. THIS WAS ALSO ONE OF OUR DAILY EXCITEMENTS DURING THE SUMMER SCHOOL HOLIDAYS 1948/49.   

    THE THREE AIRWAYS INTO BERLIN FROM WESTERN GERMANY

Even though the Allies did not treat us the way they should have when it came to food items, they now came together and used hundreds of airplanes to feed the city and its 2 million people in West - Berlin.   Everything, flour, cement, butter, milk, coal, fuel, etc. etc. all had to be flown in, all roads had been blocked by the communists of Eastern Germany.   At Tempelhof airport there landed one airplane in two minute intervals, weather permitting.   It was unloaded in minutes, and returned to western Germany for more goods.    The air corridors had to be kept open by agreement of the 4 powers.  

    PLANES WAITING TO BE UNLOADED, TEMPELHOF AIRPORT, BERLIN.  MOSTLY FOUR ENGINE C54s or DC 3s.

Hundreds of pilots that used to bomb us during the war years where now called on to keep us alive. The blockade lasted until May 1949, almost one full year.   Of course at that time airplanes could only fly when the weather was favourable.  About 75 persons lost their lives through airplane crashes in bad weather or otherwise. In these years the Russians always had something up their sleeves to make life miserable for us in the west sectors of Berlin and the Allies tried everything to fight back.   It was the time of the cold war, the iron curtain, and Germany was needed as a bumper zone, holding communism back.     

The first thing that my father bought from his earned money was a small used motorcycle.  A NSU Fox, 125 ccm.  Now he was able to go to other places further away to work. Once in a while he would take me with him on the backseat.

LATER ON HE SOLD THIS SMALL MOTORBIKE AND BOUGHT ANOTHER  NSU OSL 250 CCM.   HE SIMPLY LOVED HIS MOTORBIKES.

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When I was about 16 years old, I made my motorcycle licence which was good enough to drive a motorbike up to 250 ccm.  Since I still helped my father, many times on weekends, working for cash, he would let me drive his bike once in a while for an hour or so.  There was absolutely no traffic in the city streets.To see a car was a rarity. 

    250 NSU, AROUND 1955   

           OUR EMPTY CITY STREET,  1955

    BRICKLAYER APPRENTICES, I’M ON THE RIGHT, 1954 TO 1957.

After the 250 NSU he bought a 250 ccm BMW with sidecar and I bought the 250 ccm NSU from him.  Of course without money since I didn’t have any.   I’m sure he knew that there wouldn’t be any payments coming his way.  The bike was his payment to me for all the hours I spent helping him.  Learning my trade, I earned 14 marks a week.  (3 dollars) Not even enough to buy gasoline for the bike.  A curry wurst, a movie ticket or a beer was about 1 mark and 50 pfennig, (cents). After the 250 ccm BMW he went all out and fulfilled his dream to own a 500 ccm BMW, again with sidecar.  He probably sold my NSU, because I became now the owner of a 250 ccm BMW with sidecar.   

 250 CCM BMW  1959          

The only problem was that my motorbike licence did not allow for the sidecar.  My father may have not known that because I drove the bike with sidecar daily to work for months. When I finally made all of my motorbike, car and truck licences, the motorbike driving instructor  looked quite surprised to see me getting of my sidecar bike and have one hour with him.  All he said was, don’t get caught.  I loved  having my girlfriend sitting in the sidecar and me driving down the street on two wheels with her, the

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sidecar being up in the air.   

I remember one night, a little older now, I was standing with some of my friends underneath a street gaslight.  At that time we all smoked cigarettes a little.   On the ground I saw a shadow from behind and instinctively ducked my head.  Not a second too soon, my father’s hand missed me by a centimetre.  He hated smoking.  When I ran for cover I just heard him say  "if I ever see you with a cigarette in your mouth again, next time I’m not going to miss”, I’ll knock your head off.”  My buddies laughed for hours. I did not smoke much, but it took me until I came to Canada when I finally stopped this idiotic habit.  My father never saw me smoking again.  

When I was 18 years old I was a full fledged bricklayer.  I had passed all my tests, and was never short of a job.  I packed a suitcase and took off to work in Stuttgart, 600 km west of Berlin.   I lived in a small trailer with 5 Bavarians and one guy from Sachsen (Sassonia) who had escaped from East Germany.  

                              

        

After one year in Stuttgart I went back to Berlin.  I had all drivers licences now that one can have in Germany.  I had in mind to drive transport trucks overland.   The job fascinated me, the traveling, seeing new places all the time and yes, one cannot talk to bricks.  

            

Well, fate had other things in mind for my future.  In 1960 I started working, driving, for a soft drink company who had just arrived in Berlin, named Canada Dry. 

          

I AM TO THE RIGHT OF THE DRIVERS DOOR BESIDE THE BIG GUY.  

I was the very first person that was hired in Berlin to sell their drinks.  I still have all the papers.  I trained many drivers that came after me and I won a trip, a flight in a four engine Electra  airplane, my very first flight, from Berlin Tempelhof airport to Frankfurt and back.   I earned fairly good money now, the year was 1960.   My father had finally gotten rid of his motorbike and bought himself a very small car, a Goggo Mobile.  It had a two stroke 250 ccm engine, but he now was out of the weather and it may even have had a heater which probably was never warm enough and four tiny seats.  

                  

THE GOGGO MOBILE.  CARS DON’T COME ANY SMALLER.  MY FATHERS FATHER, HE LOST EVERYTHING,  ONE CAN TELL BY HIS FACIAL EXPRESSION.   ME IN MY FIRST SUIT AND TIE AND MY MOTHER.  

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1960, I bought myself my first car, a Fiat 600 ccm Jagst.   That was the name for it. It had a four- in- line cylinder engine in the back and was air-cooled.  I could not pay for it so I had to pay some money every month for 24 month.   My friend Gunter who was a mechanic, drilled a small hole in to the exhaust to make the car sounding more like a sports car.  He now lives in Ajax, On. It was a real fun car to drive and I even drove it all the way to Stuttgart and to Bavaria, way over 1400 km.  For the whole time I slept in it on the back seat. It would go with the incredible speed of 110 km/hr downhill with a little tailwind.  It had a sunroof and a cruise control consisting of a wire that would go to the gas pedal and a screw to hold it at the speed setting, which of course was always full out on the autobahn.  

    MY FIAT 600, A REAL FUN CAR TO DRIVE.   

  MY FATHERS LAST CAR

I had worked for Canada dry for about a year when the Russians came up with something new again.  Once in a while they would fly their fighter jets over West - Berlin, breaking the sound barrier, and in the process breaking hundreds of windows.  Next came the building of the wall, through and all around Berlin.   

The Berlin Wall (German: Berliner Mauer) was a barrier that divided Berlin from 1961 to 1989. Constructed by the German Democratic Republic (GDR, East Germany), starting on 13 August 1961, the Wall completely cut off (by land) West Berlin from surrounding East Germany and from East Berlin until government officials opened it in November 1989.  The barrier included guard towers placed along large concrete walls,which circumscribed a wide area (later known as the "death strip") that contained anti-vehicle trenches, "fakir beds" and other defenses. The Eastern Bloc claimed that the Wall was erected to protect its population from fascist elements conspiring to prevent the "will of the people" in building a socialist state in East Germany. In practice, the Wall served to prevent the massive emigration and defection that had marked East Germany and the communist Eastern Bloc during the post-World War II period.

3 1/2 million people fled East Germany and came to West - Berlin and West Germany before the erection of the wall.  After the building of the wall, hundreds of people died trying to escape communism by trying to flee to the West.     

I worked for Canada Dry for two years in Berlin before I decided that twenty kilometres across the city before I hit a wall wasn’t for me and I immigrated to Canada in 1962. I had seen beautiful pictures in a German magazine of Vancouver, the ocean, the mountains etc.  Well, that was where I wanted to go.  Again, fate had something else in mind for me.  I got stuck in Toronto and it took me 35 years before I finally saw the mountains, the ocean and Vancouver.      

I arrived in Canada on May 8 1962 in Montreal on the Greek ship “Arcadia”.  Crossing the Atlantic, was done in a terrible storm.  Most of the time I was the only one who showed up for the meals, everyone else was sea sick.  We passed many icebergs and I had to think about the Titanic.   The Arcadia was much smaller, 28,000 tons.   

    

The first few years in Canada were very tough.  I didn’t know a single person and I had no idea where I would end up.  I went to Toronto with someone I had met on the ship.  I spent a few weeks wandering around the city.  I found a place to live.   I had less then 200 dollars in my pocket.  When that became less and less, I made an application with Canada Dry in Toronto and they hired me after reading all the good things that the company in Germany had written about me.  Now I had to learn English from the ground up very fast.    

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IN TORONTO NOW.

                                 

AFTER 5 YEARS WITH CANADA DRY, I STARTED MY OWN MOBILE CATERING BUSINESS.  I DID THAT FOR 32 YEARS, STARTING WORK AT 2:30 AM EVERY DAY.

The years went by fast, filled with much work. Now I’m 78 years old and retired.  I have travelled extensively all over the world and have been back to Germany many, many times.  

One item that was left on my bucket list and that I still had to do  was to visit the places were I grew up, now that most borders have been eliminated.  I wanted to see the towns in Germany where we had to flee to and the houses where we stayed.  In September of 2016 I flew to Germany and started my research in Annaberg by contacting the city historian. Because of him I was able to find the old school house where we had received our first warm meal and stayed for a few months before being moved to Tannenberg.   

                       SCHOOL BUILDING IN ANNABERG, FRONT & REAR, OUR FIRST HOME FOR A FEW MONTHS AFTER  THE LONG, OVER 400 KM MARCH, AFTER LEAVING MY GRANDPARENTS HOMELAND.

Next I drove to Tannenberg, a small village of 1,100 people.  I walked the street many times to find the house of the old lady who finally had opened her door and gave us shelter. I again spoke with the historian of this town and he showed me the school that I had gone to for a few months. He also showed me the only house in town that would in any way resemble the house that I remembered.  It was the house were we all had stayed for a few months, before my mother and I went back to Berlin.   I do not know how long my grandparents and cousin still stayed there or where they ended up later.  I never saw any of them again, neither did I ever hear from them.   

  TANNENBERG, I WENT TO SCHOOL HERE.   SECOND TIME FIRST GRADE   

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      HOUSE OF THE OLD LADY, WHICH IS EMPTY NOW.  

    MY FIRST SCHOOL IN LEUTMANNSDORF, SCHLESIEN.  SELESIA, IT IS POLAND NOW.  

HERE IS SOME VERY INTERESTING INFORMATION, TRUE TO HISTORY THAT VERY FEW GERMAN PEOPLE  AT THE TIME KNEW.

In 1941, long before there was any assembling of Jews for the supposed extermination camps, which in reality were work camps, a Jew, Theodor N. Kaufman, wrote a book, ”Germany Must Perish”. 

           

Kaufman set out a plan for the total destruction of the German population by a very simple method: the mass sterilization of all German men and women between the age of puberty and sixty years. He described the construction of the organization for doing this. This book was the basis of the Morgenthau plan for the total destruction of German industry and the enslavement of the German race. Naturally these intentions of Germany's enemy got into the hands of the German propaganda minister Goebbels, and it stiffened the resistance of the German Nation to avoid defeat. The Morgenthau plan formed the basis of discussions between president Roosevelt, Churchill  and Soviet leader Stalin, acting through his liaison officer, the Soviet Jew Zabrousky, and also formed the basis of the Yalta Agreement.   (From a pre-1993 edition of John Tyndall's spearhead  magazine).

I urge every reader of my history to check out historical books to confirm the historical writings.  

Depending on my health, I hope to continue writing my life history.