Chapters (61)
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Epilogue
- Author’s Note
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
Other than Eva Perón, that is, with whom the Führer was clearly besotted. He greatly admired her rise from poverty and obscurity to her current standing as one of the world’s most loved political figures and he felt a true affinity with Argentina’s first lady. Knowing he was due to meet her for the first time, he had read up extensively on her background and one of her most famous quotes had resonated with him. Giving a speech in front of thousands of her supporters she had proclaimed, “One cannot accomplish anything without fanaticism.”
He was fascinated that a woman could achieve the same level of hero-worship from the masses that he had personally experienced in the Fatherland. It was the first time in his life he had spent time with a woman who he felt shared his intellectual and political instincts and he found her incredibly stimulating. In the days leading up to his birthday, he doubled his drug intake and was on a massive high, bursting with artificial energy. He totally ignored her husband and spent the entire afternoon monopolising her, via the interpreter.
“First lady, it is an honour to meet you. I believe we share many values and objectives. We are both greatly loved by our own people, who respect strong and patriotic leadership. In the future, as we look to build a Fourth Reich, we can work together to create a superior regime.”
Eva Perón maintained eye contact with Hitler as she listened to the interpreter. Despite the facial surgery he’d undergone four years earlier, his piercing blue eyes were still unmistakable and, in recent months, he had reinstated his trademark moustache, which was now iron grey.
“Führer, you are a true legend and a personal inspiration to me. We share the same philosophy and beliefs, and I and my husband will do everything possible to support your return to power. Your generous donations to our cause will never be forgotten.”
Hitler and Perón continued to be locked in animated conversation for the following two hours, much to the annoyance of their respective partners. They were finally interrupted by Bormann, whose unmistakable voice boomed out across the garden. He was using the stand microphone on the stage and called for a moment of quiet.
“President and first lady, distinguished guests, please join me in wishing our beloved Führer a happy sixtieth birthday.”