The Hitler File EXCERPTS

to me. But, then, the distance, my state of mind, and the mote-riddled air may have conspired to delude me. **** Bauer was disconcerted by my equanimity. He expected shock, even indignation at the presence of his guests.

“Israel Sarid, you know these two gentlemen, I assume.” – he gestured at the general direction of his desk.

“I beg to differ with your choice of word.” – I responded acerbically, spurning his extended hand – “But, yes, I know these two … er … gentlemen.”

Bauer sighed. Grease Ball twitched uneasily on his tiny stool. Hulk remained poised. As far as I could tell, still clad in black, they haven’t changed clothes since our last encounter.

Bauer assumed a familiar position behind his tottering desk.

“Are you a Jew?” I stared at him, dumbfounded.

“You read my personnel file and interviewed me before you hired me.

What’s the meaning of this question?”

“Just indulge me.” – Bauer’s eyes glinted.

“My parents are both Jews and I was, therefore, born a Jew, I guess. I don’t recall having converted lately.”

“Smartass” – mumbled Grease Ball and nervously straightened his thin moustache. Hulk shot him a warning glance.

“We are all Jews here, in this room. These are agents Lavon and Kennan from Israel.”

“Agents?”

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