Chapters (77)
- Cover
- PEOPLE LIKE US
- Copyright
- Contents
- Praise for People Like Us
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Prologue
- Summer 1929
- Part I
- 7 August 1933
- 17 September 1933
- 8 October 1933
- 11 October 1933
- 10 February 1934
- 11 February 1934
- 20 April 1934
- 19 August 1934
- 10 September 1934
- Part II
- 31 May 1937
- 25 July 1937
- 3 August 1937
- 7 August 1937
- 8 August 1937
- 8 September 1937
- 19 September 1937
- 20 September 1937
- 25 September 1937
- 10 October 1937
- 12 October 1937
- 14 October 1937
- 3 November 1937
- 19 December 1937
- 20 December 1937
- 21 December 1937
- 29 January 1938
- 10 February 1938
- 13 May 1938
- 7 October 1938
- 8 October 1938
- 12 October 1938
- 23 October 1938
- 3 November 1938
- 7 November 1938
- 8 November 1938
- 9 November 1938
- 10 November 1938
- 17 November 1938
- 22 November 1938
- 23 November 1938
- Part III
- 20 December 1938
- 31 December 1938
- 7 January 1939
- 4 February 1939
- 5 February 1939
- 1 March 1939
- 15 March 1939
- 16 March 1939
- 11 April 1939
- 16 April 1939
- 19 April 1939
- 10 May 1939
- 20 May 1939
- 23 May 1939
- 31 May 1939
- 24 July 1939
- 1 August 1939
- 18 August 1939
- Epilogue
- June 1994
- Summer 1995
- A Note from the Author
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- An Invitation from the Publisher
‘He really admires the Führer, eh? And the daughter, Erna, isn’t it? I hear good things about her. I asked your brother about this Erna, as you seemed to be spending a lot of time with her. He said she is very highly regarded in HJ circles. These are the sort of friends you should be spending your time with. Well, I could probably swing an invitation for the evening party. Leave it with me – I’ll see what I can do.’
‘Thank you, Vati. They will be so grateful.’
‘Yes, yes, but no promises. Is there anything else?’
‘Nothing else.’
‘Then you must let me get on. I’ve urgent matters to deal with.’ He waves a hand dismissively at me and goes back to the paperwork on his desk. I stare at the top of his head, bent over his half-written letter. He picks up his pen, the nib scratching as it moves across the page.
You failure, Herta Heinrich. You are no better than a worm, putting your own interests before that of the Fatherland. Once, you pledged yourself to me. And now? Are you a deserter?
A sickness settles at the base of my belly. The rot remains and I know of only one way I can properly rid myself of it for good, though I dread it.
Mutti has gone to visit a children’s home in Burghausen. She hopes the SS-run home and school will be a model for her own venture. With Vati working behind the closed door of his study, there is no one; Karl’s absence is stronger than ever.
Restless, I wander into the garden room. Outside, the colours of summer have gone. The huge tree has shed its leaves, exposing the great bulk of the treehouse I never visit any more. For a moment, I ache to see Erna. I should go and apologise, come clean and tell her about Walter. But I can’t, I’m not brave enough. I pick up today’s Leipziger from the table and turn the pages, hoping for a distraction as I scan the headlines.
COUNTRY-WIDE TOUR FOR DUKE AND DUCHESS OF WINDSOR!
NEW CAR COMPANY, VOLKSWAGEN, PLANS AFFORDABLE CAR FOR EVERY MAN IN GERMANY!
BRITISH DELEGATION VISIT LEIPZIG, TO ADMIRE SPEED AND EXTENT OF MOTOR-ROAD NETWORK.
Then:
ACCLAIMED GERMAN ACTRESS SET TO ROT IN JAIL AFTER CONVICTION OF RASSENSCHANDE